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Incredible ChangesChapter 235: Confidants And Friends free porn video
Of the people in this world that have done the most for me, at least those still human, Steve is one I know I can trust until I can’t. Anna, maybe.
“Well. How can I start to explain this?” I asked rhetorically. “It seems that my being me, though named Darren as my cover id, I accomplished my mission last spring, but not precisely in the way they expected. That did earn me a larger payment for my services plus a sizable bonus. You see, in a short period, the three first-born daughters of the three most powerful of the elite families, which were my targets, decided I was to be their only lover. The three girls could turn you, pre-crash Paula, Anna, Jane, and probably Molly, pale with the waves of confidence and power of the families they will one day control. I had little choice regarding their plans for me that resulted in my being named Heir Apparent for their families. Their world requires a male face to do business from time to time. As you can imagine, this didn’t sit well with the other elite families, or even for those in their own family. None had sons fit to take over their family businesses when they died. I found it very amusing, and interesting when I didn’t respond to their threats in their attempts to have me divulge regarding possible sexual contact with these three girls. Not unexpectedly, they soon found the errors of their ways and backpedaled quickly with apologies. There was one sitting with them who greatly affects their attitude. After I bested the elder’s bodyguard, they found me face to face with them. Each knew no one would ever question my killing the heads of the families present, as well as the elder. By the rules under which they agree to live, if I had done so, I would inherit their every asset, wife, and child. That would make me the most powerful human being on Earth without needing any abilities of those like us. It appears that I’m a natural linguist, able to learn languages by pulling them out of the heads of those speaking to me. Each immediately gave me respect, which I don’t think I earned after I began conversing with the elder in a language known only to him and two others.”
Steve interrupted to ask if I happened to be the same person rumored to have taken down a group of the most elite, expensive, untouchable mercenaries available in the world without killing one, wounding only their pride.
Oh, I completely forgot that he might not know about that being me. He has many ears and eyes in the world.
After I stopped laughing, I told said, “Any of those like us could have done what I did easily, I just played it up a bit. Someone gave me drum magazines loaded with rubber bullets or rounds with a stun charge inside them. I pulled out all their good energy that kept then conscious as I shot them with a stun bullet for good measure. Once I disabled their means of tracking me, I owned their butts, and they didn’t even know it. I once again found myself face to face with the Elder again. This time it was more my right to kill him and take over as the head of their inner circle. Sparing him bumped up my clout with these elites.”
I’m not telling you more than I want. I can’t have you, or Paula, getting on their radar.
“I overdid things under my cover’s name. Many of them declared that I continued to honor the family name of the two deep-cover agents who were supposedly my parents. They died, legitimately, in a plane crash with no ties to anyone, anywhere. The elite appeared to hold them in very high respect, and anyone even whispering about harming the two agents would find themselves wishing they hadn’t for as long as they still lived,” I explained. “Annually, these families call a truce to vacation together in an elite hideaway. They put aside all their differences to let them all have a chance to relax. If not for this two-week truce, these families would be in fear of the others should they let down their guard to relax. Plus, their kids must have some time to be with other kids of the same social standing outside of the prison-like lives at home. The kids may one day want to kill each other, but while on vacation, they are friends or more.”
He already knew why I had taken a vacation, just not that I had gone to the resort where these elite were vacationing this spring.
“Here is an interesting tidbit you may not know. The resort chosen this year is one owned by Elena’s father. She unexpectedly showed up with the two babies while doing a routine property check before they headed to the next on their list. Someone read in Elena and her father about me in the event we ran into each other. Interestingly she had contact when with the elder when she was a little girl,” I explained. “Now the best for last. Darren, or Mr. Smith depending on the situation, is now senior to the elder. He is at the top of their elite pyramid. Fortunately, those who took offense last year now much suck it up and deal with it. I’ve not demanded, required, or otherwise ordered anything to happen regarding their businesses, but I made suggestions. The elder took my ideas, adjusted them some, and presented them to all the heads of the families. He felt they had some merit and made good business sense for modernizing their services for the digital age.”
He questioned me in-depth about my now being at the top of the elitist pyramid and then began searching for something on his computer. Whatever he found caused him to start sending secure chats to someone before having me sit at the other desk in his office. He did something that opened a panel to allow him to change the background scene behind his desk.
Once I was sitting behind the desk, with the background he set up behind me, Steve said, “Some of the clinic’s patients came from these elite families. We have patients who already know that no matter how much wealth or power they have, it will never give them entrance into the world of these elitist of the elite. You befriended nearly every patient in your ward and many patients in other wards. Some of the patients were from these elite families. If the details are correct, you had sex with seven of their daughters. Based on when the girls were there at the clinic, you wouldn’t have run into them at the spring break family vacations, but their families would be that those resorts. I do have records of one father who has already spent tens of millions of dollars trying to track you down to thank you for what you did, at least you before Paula’s accident. Nine times she attempted suicide after becoming blind. At the clinic, she fought all our attempts to find the source of her blindness to see if we could treat it, at least until she met you. By being yourself, you changed her whole outlook in her bing blind. She now happily comes to the clinic for two weeks every four months for us to see if one of the newly discovered treatments to see if that would be a successful, or even partially successful, in fixing the source of her blindness. Lately, she has begun getting noticeably more depressed and becoming despondent. I’ve seen first-hand that you can rebuild, or have her body rebuild, her vision down to the atomic level if needed. Each family able to pay to have their child come to the clinic for treatment knows how well connected I am. I propose that you garner us both some goodwill. Her parents will know that you are now over senior to the elder. I will tell them that you are the same Darren they have been seeking. From my digging, I found that elusive boarding school where Darren’s records show him at the clinic during the dates for your cover identity.
Interestingly, the periods where you were at the clinic overlap with two of the times where his medical records show he was in a private medical facility, without noting which one. Only those last two match any periods where you were in the hospital. If things went as you said last year, then it will further show those in that world that you are indeed worthy of your status by asking for their consent to visit their daughter today at the clinic, versus doing it without saying a thing or against their wishes. The only caveat is that we cured your temporary blindness, so you won’t be a patient, just someone to help her have hope that we will be able to do the same for her as well eventually.”
Steve sent more messages and some secure phone calls to try to set up a video conference between the family and us. He had problems finding them, but I didn’t. The girl’s father insisted that I have his private, always able to reach him, phone number in my phone after I fucked three of his daughters and then his wife, by his request. I dialed it on the video conferencing system. It took only seconds to connect, have him ask me to give him a minute to go somewhere secure, and then he came on the video chat screen.
“I must say it is my pleasure to have you wishing to speak with me again. Have I made some errors in how I’m implementing the changes the elder suggested? I’m sure you understand that I must wear kid-gloves with some in my family to prevent them from harming my family’s existing business ventures as we transition,” he said quickly, speaking in a language I recognized as the formal one he used only with doing business and with his family to direct business activities.
“It is good to hear that you found that your family business has areas where the suggestions will provide benefits while reducing liability. I’m sure you have it well under control.” I said in his formal language as I did my best imitation of smart Paula. “This is a social call. An associate informed me that you spent vast resources seeking a boy who befriended your daughter at a clinic where they were both seeing cures for their visual impairments. The private boarding school takes great care to ensure their students have the best medical care in the world anytime they require it. I unexpectedly began having vision problems, and they quickly obtained a spot for me at that clinic for treatment and a cure, if possible. My associate showed me a picture of your darling daughter. Besides looking very much like a younger version of your wife, I remember we spend time together whenever our times at the clinic overlapped. The clinic successfully identified the cause of my vision problems and treated them to restore my vision. I’m sorry to hear that she hasn’t been as fortunate with the treatments they have available there right now. I remember how I felt when I lost my vision, so I can imagine that she is probably losing hope of ever having her vision restored. I think we helped each other a lot during our time together. We became friends during our short time together. I wanted to ask your permission to visit her to let her know she had a friend who knows what she is going through and someone she can talk freely without worrying about putting your family at risk. It doesn’t hurt that no one at the clinic speaks the language of your family.”
He was quiet for a few minutes, and I waited patiently for his response.
I want to grab my phone to do something while I wait, but, damn it, that is just not allowed if I want him to see I’m showing him the same respect he is giving me.
He excused himself to speak with his wife and daughters, briefly, and when he returned, he said, “My daughters confirm that you unquestionably match the description my daughter gave of the boy from the clinic, specifically those around your penis and sexual skills. I wish I had gotten the pleasure to do business with your parents as I now understand why so many business associates praise how you continue to honor your family name. We both know that none in our world would consider visiting my daughter because she is their friend, much less request my permission. I feel I must warn you. She sees you as much more than a friend. Please do what you can to help you. Our attempts at helping her have failed miserably.”
He did his best to get off the video chat before his daughters, the three I had fucked last year at the resort, invaded his office. All three were naked and openly masturbating as they would have given themselves to me as sex slaves if I would please help their sister stop wanting to kill herself. Their mother added that she could have them delivered anywhere in the world I wanted. I only had to tell her where. The girl at the clinic thinks I am her only friend in the world as a whole. A girl ordered all four of them, and her father, from the office.
Uh oh. I don’t need another powerful girl in an elite family to become my lover and the heir apparent for her family too.
I saw one of the little girls who fell asleep in my lap in one of the porn room where the kids hang out on the island. She wasn’t little anymore.
“I’m worried about sissy. She used to come to me when she was feeling low. I would listen, and it always seems to cheer her up, or it used to. Please show her that you didn’t forget her. I’m too little to understand how what you two did together felt like, but I remember how nice it was when you held me as we watched the naughty movies. I can’t help her anymore. I don’t even have any idea what it must be like to be blind,” the little girl told me.
“You snore,” I joked. “Your big sister doesn’t.”
I got a big smile before she got a wicked grin on her face. She checked that the door to make sure no one had opened the door and then pulled her panties down and dress up over her head quickly.
She got her clothes back in place as she said, “Tell her that I’m as tall as our mom now, but still don’t have any boobs or hair anywhere like she said I would already. Make sure you tell her that I still won’t when she finally comes home and will see it for herself.”
At that, she clicked off the video chat as her dad was telling her not to do it.
“I only planned to see if having you chat with their daughter to see if you could get her out of her funk,” Steve explained. “I guess by the three horny girls pushing in to get some face time, that you already know this family?”
He stopped to deal with the storm of messages that came into his phone and on his computer.
There was a smile on his face when he said, “Word travels much faster in their circles, it seems. While not giving any details of who or where, the man, his wife, or maybe his daughters, spammed out a message that you requested permission, in a video chat, to see if you could visit one of his daughters having a tough time dealing with a medical condition. Word is getting out that about you befriending his daughter last year, where you helped her then, and now wish to see if you can help her again, will blow the minds of those in that elitist world. Your being so heavily entrenched so quickly is amazing. It will go a long way to keeping those like us out of the hands of governments who want to use us as weapons or trying to figure out how we work. Darren’s parent’s wealth continues to grow almost exponentially, and it is all from above-board businesses that are effectively running themselves. No governments have the resources to pay the hunters what you can from a portion of the interest that your mission accounts make, Darren’s wouldn’t even notice. It is something we may want to consider. These hunters work for those who pay the most. They have no loyalty to anything other than money. We might even be able to have them bring us those they find with other unique talents to see if there are ways to keep them from becoming lab experiments.”
I never even thought about how my being more influential than even the elder could help protect those like me.
After Steve made the arrangements to give me full, unrestricted, as well as unquestioned access to every area of the clinic, a helicopter came that flew me over to the clinic where the girl, Linda, stayed for this visit. Once in scrubs, they handed me a badge that clearly showed I had unrestricted access to everywhere, including the hidden passages security used when needed.
The woman taking me to Linda’s floor told me, “Not sure who you know, but in twenty-three years, I’ve only seen a few in here with that level of access that wasn’t the boss or his daughter. They told me that you know what all access means you not only have access to all treatment areas of the clinic but the patients themselves. Please be a good kid and not abuse it. Don’t do anything that isn’t consensual, and don’t mess with the little kids no matter how much they want to play house with you. Some can be damn insistent. I remember you from your time as a patient, so I know you didn’t do anything sexual with the younger kids who flat out told you they wanted you sexually. Linda is a sweet girl, but she depressed that her family can’t take her on their vacations because of her blindness. She said it was something to do with being too dangerous. I hope you can get through to her again. She didn’t stop talking about you for the rest of that stay and always asks about if you had been back to the clinic, though this last time she didn’t seem to care either way. Normally she is happy to be able to go home, but she is bordering on suicidal, and her family is paying for her to stay here until we can cure her blindness or she loses all hope.”
I thanked her for the guidance and headed on through the changing area for the blind floor. The woman in the room with the pajamas let me pass because of my badge. She didn’t recognize me at first. By the time I had helped six of the kids learn how to tap the way that I had found successful, had them clean up the mess they had made, and then get them into their showers, she was giving me an odd look.
“You sure aren’t so little anymore,” she told me. “Since you aren’t blind anymore, why are you down here in the teen blind ward? Need to come somewhere to make yourself feel useful where your efforts are genuinely appreciated?”
Not sure if that was her joking or some insult.
I explained that Linda was a friend I had met here and that she was having a hard time like she did before she met me.
She gave a small laugh before saying, “I hope you aren’t thinking that having sex with her will get her out of her funk. Since getting depressed, she hasn’t closed her legs for anyone. Lately, she hasn’t even done more than lay there like a dead fish that is still warm inside. You not remember, or maybe she wasn’t this way when you were here, but she is loud when she climaxes, so her body is responding to the stimulation, but she doesn’t seem to get anything out of it, or even care.
I told her I would see what I could do. She handed me five towels, three hand towels, six washcloths, and large-sized bottles of soap, conditioner, and shampoo.
“She refuses to shower, and the only food she eats is what the kids bring back to give her so that she has enough energy to get it on with them,” the woman explained.
I found Linda’s room, dodged the obstacle robots, put down the things in the bathroom, and looked over to watch a girl fucked from behind as she ate Linda. The sounds of sex were loud enough that they hadn’t heard me come in or heard me leave. I didn’t want to disturb them, so I headed back to where they handed out the towels and soaps to chat while I waited for what I knew was going to be needed soon. I didn’t have to wait long.
A girl, who the towel lady said was twelve, sat over next to a wall crying silently. She tried and tried to get her stuff back to her bathroom so she could shower and then eat. Her shins showed a lot of dark bruises and scrapes where she looks like she kicked at the post sticking out from the obstacle robots.
I stayed silent as she, again, made it up the windows to give it another try. She made it back to her room with only the washcloth she had in her hand holding her cane. I stood at her door as she cursed when she bashed into one of the obstacles. One got her in the knees, causing the washcloth to fall. I saw it as her shoulders slump, and she started bawling. After getting herself under control, but with tears still running down her face, she began the trip back to the towel room, again. With Linda eating cum out of a girl’s pussy and with the boy now pounding Linda from behind, I followed the twelve-year-old girl as she tapped down the hallway. This time the girl managed to get to her bathroom with a bottle of conditioner, but that was all. Her next trip netted her a washcloth.
She got two steps out of the bathroom when her foot caught under one of the obstacle bars, and she fell flat on her face. The girl wouldn’t even get up off the floor. If she had any tears left to cry, she would have soaked the floor. I heard her whispering to herself about just giving up. If she got too weak from not eating, they would make sure she got to eat.
I sat on the floor beside her and pulled her into my lap, facing me to hug her tightly. She didn’t have any idea who I was, but I was someone fully dressed, holding her gently. Her arms went around my back as she buried her face in my chest to cry, even if she had no tears.
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