My journey part 111
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Incredible ChangesChapter 111: I Need A Break From Spring Break free porn video
“Mr. Smith. We will be transporting you to the designated transfer point,” the pilot told me. “Estimated arrival in forty-five minutes.”
Where am I going now? I still have a few days before I’m supposed to be home to go to Lenny’s pool party. I hope his little sister and her friends aren’t seriously expecting me to screw them.
The helicopter flight turned out to be completely uneventful. We went over mostly rural land before landing on top of a large building. My gear was unloaded onto a waiting cart while I got out of the helicopter. Some men that looked like Steve’s people were there waiting beside the cart. I followed them inside and rode down the elevator to the parking garage. Instead of the normal black cars and SUVs I had ridden in before, this was a large van with some sort of medical logos on the side.
My gear was loaded through the side doors while I was led in through the back doors. When I got in the van I was directed to strip and then lay on a hospital bed. A sheet and blanket were put over me before they put straps over my calves, thighs, and chest. The bed was secured somehow before the van started driving. No one talked to me until we were getting on the interstate.
“David we are taking you to the clinic for the last few days of your vacation before you return home,” the woman in the back with me told me. “There have been some very annoying requests from your city and school regarding proper documentation of your light sensitivity treatments over the break. During the long drive to the clinic I will be running a number of tests on you to ensure there are no unexpected injuries from your vacation abroad. First I need to take a number of vials of blood, provided you will so kind as to let me actually get a needle through your skin.”
Ok so she has to work for Steve at least enough to know that I have a shield that would keep the needle from going into me.
When I told her I would sit still, so she could get it over with, I found my shield automatically let her get the needle in. The interesting part was that she seemed to have her aim completely wrong and yet she got right into the vein to collect all the blood she needed for her tests.
My shield had to have made a path for her so she wouldn’t bruise me or miss the vein. There isn’t even going to be a scab. My shield seems to have actually spread the cells of the vein apart for the need to enter and reconnected them when it pulled out.
She did the rest of the other normal checks before telling me that they also needed a semen sample. I could either wait until I got to the clinic or jack off for her. There was no way she was going to risk going to jail to help me out there. I was given something to eat and drink before she asked for a urine sample, if I happened to need to pee. A stool sample would be collected at the clinic to keep from embarrassing me.
Funny how she thinks I will be embarrassed. What would she think if she looked in the containers they loaded into the van? Does Steve even know exactly what I was doing on the mission? Should I tell him? Would that put him at risk?
Turns out that the urine sample was going to wait until I got to the clinic as well. Whenever she tried to help line me up with the urinal I got a boner. I still tried to pee, but it wasn’t happening once I got hard from her cool gloved fingers holding my dick. The van was bouncing around just enough that her fingers would cause her to rub me a bit. That would make my dick jump a little, which caused her to pull her hand away.
At least she isn’t just jacking me off to get a semen sample and then urine sample. I’m glad to be getting some respect.
“Now I have been told that you had a pretty stressful vacation and that we need to have you listen to some relaxation audio files for the rest of the time until we arrive at the clinic. Just sit back and relax David,” she told me as she put a pair of my goggles over my eyes and earbuds in my ears.
At first there was just gently swirling colors on my goggles with some soft, relaxing music. It wasn’t any particular genre or style, just softly playing instruments. Before long I noticed that I was going limp like I was asleep, but my mind was wide awake. The woman kept checking on me. Once she decided I had to be asleep she hooked me up to a bunch of monitors. I heard her tell someone that even my brain waves were showing I was almost in deep sleep already.
When she pulled the sheet off me and started to fondle me I wanted to scream out. I was pissed she wouldn’t jack me off to get a semen sample when I was awake and now she was molesting me once she believed I was asleep.
“Erect length, four and one half inches. Erect diameter, three and one quarter inches. Testes, 6 mL. Mild stimulation during deep sleep brought patient to fully erect state rapidly. Continued stimulation during the taking of measurements has caused the production of copious pre-ejaculatory fluids with consistent lubricating properties. Sexual response within expected ranges for fourteen year old male with mildly delayed onset of puberty,” she said out loud.
Looking with the place in my head I saw there was one of the men from earlier holding a video camera currently aimed at my now softening dick.
I almost made myself wake up when they undid all of the belts, turned me on my side and the pushed a probe into my butt. When it turned on and didn’t seem to give a response, the woman took it out to check the batteries. Once she deemed it to be working she pushed it back in my butt with a lot of lube. This time when she turned it on I saw it was trying to shock me in the ass. I told the place in my head to make my body do what the probe was trying to make happen without me feeling the shocks.
That was unexpected, at least by me. Looks like she has her semen sample and then some. I haven’t ever cum that long when I wasn’t making it happen.
The woman spoke out load again to say, “Anal electro-stimulation of juvenile male’s prostate induced a near immediate orgasm. Ejaculatory muscle response continued seven seconds past final fluid release. Fluid volume collected is 12 milliliters, which is above the average of 5 milliliters. Further evaluation may be required if volume remains above average. Unknown mission parameters suspected as not providing sufficient privacy where subject could have intercourse or engage in masturbation.”
What? You aren’t going to consider that I was getting so much that my body was over producing to be sure I had enough to go around?
I thought I was done, but no. She turned off the probe, cleaned my dick with alcohol wipes, measured me while it was soft, and then pushed the probe back in my butt. This time I took a few seconds before firing out another large load. She did this two more times before I was only dry firing for ten to fifteen seconds.
She had the man hold me down as she measured nearly every inch of me from head to toe, except for my eyes and mouth. I even got checked for lice.
I have never had lice and as long as I have the shield those little blood suckers won’t ever bug me.
I thought she was done with my dick, too, but it seemed not. At least this time I didn’t mind her getting me hard. I quickly recognized the smell of the glop they used to make the mold for the rubbers. I remembered her putting the two halves of the cylinder together, but after that I just wasn’t there anymore. If felt like I wasn’t actually anywhere.
“Relax David,” the voice the man in the machine used told me through the headphones. “I created this sequence of events based off of the millions of possible outcomes related to your interactions with all parties experienced since leaving the clinic. From the available data, your training was compromised and all threats were neutralized prior to your evacuating to the alternate site. You used emergency communications to escape from alternate site. Planned arrival at primary mission locale was ahead of schedule. A threat to proprietor and his family was discovered. Threat’s abilities being removed resulted in the announced reward. Primary objectives engaged in sexual congresses with you. Family heads expressed desire to adopt agent. Unexpected assaults tied to primary objectives resolved via non-lethal means. Multiple federal agencies notified of arrival as terrorist by unknown entity. Juvenile taunted one agency. Other parameters evaluated as irrelevant. Continuing final sequence customization.”
As the man in the machine was off doing whatever he was doing, I sort of noticed the woman moving me around a few times before I was strapped back down. The squiggly lines both moved off toward a desk near the front of the van.
I was really starting to go to sleep when the man in the machine began saying, “To ensure your protection from the various parties involved in the mission, I must clear all mission details from your memory. Your memories of non-critical actions will be configured to be those of vivid dreams as your brain is presented with stronger memories. Being able to remember more than this would place you at risk for interrogation techniques not even you could resist. Upon awakening you will be unable to recall anything other than your having gone to the clinic. This extreme memory modification was precipitated by intercepted communications indicating parties are actively tracking your movements and possible destinations. You are to expect to encounter these parties after your arrival at the clinic. Until you have been determined to have been identified in error, you must inform your shield that your reactions must remain constant to those when it isn’t protecting your eyes. All recently provided mission skills and knowledge will be deactivated until sometime after you return home. Until that time they will only be available in the event of extreme circumstances. Should a need arise for you to reengage with the three families, the pertinent details about them will again become available. All manners of ways for you to communicate with them have been destroyed and you will be unable to recall any details.”
I was aware of the van stopping. It only stopped long enough to move me from the bed, dress me, and put me into the front seat of an SUV. I was buckled in, had the seat reclined, and a pillow put under my head. Once the car was moving the man in the machine’s program started up again.
“Expect the following possible outcomes. You will be intercepted before arriving at the clinic, be collected upon arrival, or tracked down during your remaining time residing at the clinic. Records regarding your story of being at the clinic during your school vacation were entered automatically at the corresponding times. Cameras, lab test results, room cleanings and all digital records have likewise been adjusted to ensure your presence can be verified by all but my consciousness. False memories have been provided where specifically required,” the voice told me. “Your mind will now enter a sleep state consistent with forms of sedation used at the clinic. Male and female patients, closely matching those with which you had sexual contact during your mission were scheduled to arrive at the clinic prior to your departure from your home and will remain weeks past your being discharged to return home. Some are siblings or cousins from families you met on the island. Upon waking, your mind will use those patients to solidify any corrupted memories to a physical person. This program is unable to seek knowledge of the viability of the consciousness which created it. Further contact will be attempted when calculated as safe to do so, if the consciousness still exists. This concludes the program execution.”
That was we...
“Increase the caffeine drip flow rate,” someone said near me. “He has been way over sedated. We suspect that is a part of their deflection techniques. We will only have a short period of time to question him before he is missed.”
When the caffeine didn’t work I was shot up with something my shield deactivated immediately. They kept trying to give me more until the place in my head finally made me jerk around in the bed violently before waking up.
“You fucking moronic idiot! What the hell are you trying to do? Give him a fucking heart attack,” the man from before asked someone in yet another language I somehow magically knew fluently.
How can I know what they are saying, but I have no idea what language they are speaking, much less speak it back to them or write it. Could I even read it if I saw it?
As I shook my head to get the cobwebs out, a man next to the bed said, “Ah there you are Darren. Did you really think you could hide from us? You believe a little subterfuge would make us think you were someone else? Was it expected we would except you were a ghost? Someone no one could track?”
I sat up all the way and looked around the room at the two men there.
Looking at the one near a box with bottles and shots I asked, “Are you really pretending to be a doctor to hide from this Darren person? If what he screamed at you about fucking up was true, you really suck at disguises.”
He didn’t respond to my question verbally. Instead he got another shot that he pushed into the IV I had in my hand now. Only the fluids from the IV were making it into my body, but they didn’t know that.
The man who had done all the talking said, “Cut the shit Darren. You can’t fight the truth serums we just gave you. We will have our answers soon enough. You aren’t even able to pull any of the agency tricks to try to fool our lie detector. It isn’t one of those crappy American made junk lie detectors an altar boy molesting bastard can pass with their hand on their bibles swearing to their God that they didn’t do whatever it was they are being accused of.”
“I think you got the wrong kid, sir,” I told him sounding as young as I could. “My name is David. I am a patient at a special eye clinic where they are trying to fix my eyes after an accident. What a way to spend my Spring Break, right? At least there are other kids here to hang out with even if we can’t ever see each other after we leave here. Some are really cool too! Can you make what you put in my arm stop burning now? I haven’t done anything to break the rules. Everyone knows it is ok to be curious about each other’s bodies. Why would anyone go to this clinic to hide out? My family, friends, school and a lot of people in my town know I was going here during Spring Break. Wait. Did you actually manage to get me out of the clinic without security noticing? Man some people are going to be in some seriously deep shit. That isn’t supposed to be possible.”
He kept having the man shoot different things into my IV trying to get me to tell him about some island, all of these girls and someone I was supposed to have banged on this island during the time I was here at the clinic. He was getting pissed because the lie detector they were using was showing I was lying when I said sure, I had been fucking any girls at the clinic that wanted to do it whenever we had a few minutes. The machine recorded my answer as a lie each time he asked me about my having sex.
At least the place in my head even makes the machine call me a liar when I say I had sex. How many teen boys did they use to get it adjusted perfectly?
The men definitely pulled out all of the stops to try to get me to tell them whatever it was they thought I had been doing instead of being at the clinic for almost two weeks. First he brought in a set of naked triplet girls he told to get in bed with me to help me remember. I could feel it when my shield let them into my mind. My shield let them see all about how I had thought I was invisible because I was ignoring everyone. They were really fast at reading all through my mind and then I felt them pull back from me. Once they were done they knew that even if I hadn’t noticed, I did have a lot of kids that watched out for me and who were now helping me fit into high school. The only things they couldn’t find out about was if I had done anything sexual with any girls. There were plenty of fantasies, but nothing they could find to be real. When it came to my accident, all they were able to find out was that my eyes were messed up from the intensity of the lightning that hit near me right when I was looking in that direction. I got the feeling that they had somehow learned to read minds because of them being hit by lightning, but not directly. The girls looked at an older girl and boy before turning to the man.
“This isn’t Darren. Not even close. In fact he is on the edge of being a full on nutcase,” one of the triplet girls told the man. “Until he had an accident that caused his eyes to be hypersensitive to light he believed he was invisible to everyone around him. He was so deep into his delusion that even bullies left him alone. Other than in his fantasies and wet dreams, he hasn’t ever been laid unless you count screwing pillows. The luckiest he has gotten was fingering a girl and she was using his hand to make it happen. If you check him you will see that he already got off from looking at us naked.”
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