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What sort of revenge has Elena been plotting? She doesn’t look mean, Elena looked scary.
After we ate, including “David,” Elena laid out what was going to happen over the next two days.
“David” was still an unknown to the people here other than he came here with Molly and Elena. Someone incorrectly assumed that Molly must be a fuck toy Elena brought along. There were going to be some rude awakenings.
“So here is the start of the plan,” Elena told us. “Darren, you are going to be busy with meetings, discussions, planning, and similar. It comes with the job. I don’t want any of what I have planned coming back on you, not that it matters given that anyone trying to kill you would die long before they could manage to start planning it. You’ve earned their respect because of who you are. They fear you because of the respect the others have for you. That and you aren’t a complete douchebag when your position gives you every right in the world to be one. While you are busy, David is going to be dipping his wick in every bitch’s cunt he can, but no little girls, no matter if they’ve developed enough to take it. He is going to pop every cherry he can and be pounding cunt day and night. Two days from now, these people are going to find that only your power, wealth, and influence surpasses Molly’s, which surpasses theirs, at least on paper. As they are trying to recover from that big bitch slap, after what they allowed the boys to do, another bitch slapping will be waiting for them. David, as you know, doesn’t have a dime to his name. Darren does. They will find he is as you have said, an almost seventeen-year-old kid who got out of high school early because he is smart enough to do it. These spoiled princesses, wives, lesser wives, daughters, and sisters of these elite families were all, literally, screwed by a common, every-day, run of the mill, kid. Someone only slightly above servants in their eyes.”
I smiled as I said, “Except for Tina and Tara. They knew David had nothing and still went out of their way to find him. He saved them from the fate awaiting them by being their first lover and impregnating them both with my child, twice.”
“There is that,” Elena said as she brightened a bit from the dark plans she had in mind.
My meeting schedule for today consisted of lunch and dinner with some of the families. The rest of the meetings involved a lounge chair by the pool as I talked to the kids who were genuinely good children. None of the girls and boys I hung out with would deny me if I wanted to have sex with them. Most would enjoy every second of it too. Still, according to the plan, I was going to be celibate for the next three days.
I tried to follow the plan and be celibate, but the staff had other plans.
My celibacy lasted until the middle of the first night.
“Miss Elena made it clear that we weren’t to discuss it with the guests. She ordered us to make sure you were not able to find any locations where you could allow guests to enjoy this great penis,” the first of the women on the staff taking their virginities with my dick told me. “You are a very nice man Darren and place us above you in your eyes. One day we may find men to marry and bear their children, but you are the best man we have ever met.”
Another woman, who was running her hands over my chest, interrupted, “What she won’t say is that all the girls and women on staff lust for a moment alone, naked, with you. Some of the men do as well. They know you don’t swing that way. At least not that we have heard.”
I know better than to try to count how many girls here made themselves women using my dick or how many learned that women could climax, multiple times no less, during sex.
What I do know is that being able to slip into the staff only areas, without anyone complaining, ensured that my dick always hung down limply, and cleanly over those three days. Once I had the opportunities to have sex with anyone I wished, by Elena’s permission, I found that I was no longer on the menu. That evening I was enjoying an elegant dinner with Elena and Molly when my “assistant” came in to tell me the elder requested my presence. My “assistant” scheduled a meeting with the elder and the heads of families currently on the island. After I finished my meal, I went to see what they wanted. Molly decided to tag along to watch the fireworks.
As I went into the elder’s conference room, I noticed he was at the head of one end of the table, but I had the seat of power at the other end.
One of the pompous asses said, “Darren, this is for heads of families only. You can’t invite your mistress.”
+Wrong move, dude.
I asked the assistant to please get Molly a chair and put her at the first spot to my left, leaving plenty of room so that no one touched her.
“I note your objection, but she is here at my request,” I explained.
I looked at the tablet the assistant provided me, which I knew matched much of what the others had on their tablets. Molly’s details were there below the reports on David to describe his effectively not existing as a human being in their eyes.
“I know there are those of you who feel that women are unfit to be the head of a family. You had no choice but to accept the three exceptions to your opinions of worthiness. Now there are four,” I told them and let them go into a bit of a frenzy trying to find out what the hell I said.
When they calmed down, I told them, “I don’t understand the confusion. The tablet provided to me shows that you each investigated Elena’s two guests. Molly here is among the four most powerful women in the world, including ours, decided to grace you with her presence, at my request. I believe some of your sons found out the hard way what happens when one of your sons spiked her drink. Oh, she doesn’t say much to anyone unless Molly feels it is worth her time, though she is very good at getting her point across. Rest assured, the boys, and their accomplices will still be able to procreate. I felt castration with a dull, rusty Kris Knife was a bit extreme and suggested they spend some time with three delightful young maids I met at the resort last year. I hear they have progressed in their studies to the point where they are now training others.”
The room went quiet, except for the sounds of disbelief.
Molly, being Molly, got up, went to the powerful woman’s two girls, pointed to them, then pointed to seven men, and another of the powerful women, before she indicated the hidden door panel in this room used by the staff. Those she chose went pale. In five minutes, eleven boys, and, surprisingly, four girls, were marched into the room, naked, by the maids who dealt with the three boys up in my room last year.
Molly must have picked my brain about last year. What does she have planned?
She then went behind the chair of the powerful woman she had pointed to earlier, pulled back her chair, pointed over at the two of the girls and one boy, and waited. The woman glared at Molly in anger. Molly again pointed at the spot over behind the two children. It only took the woman one more time to realize she was in deep shit, and no amount of power she had was going to sway Molly.
Once Molly had the woman and four men over behind some of the kids, she snapped her fingers, and the specialized maids used very sharp knives to remove every piece of the clothing on the adults she made to stand over there.
Through my implant, I felt something, or someone, pinging me. When I let it through my shield, I found that one of the men here was also one that I had told yesterday to get rid of his child porn and slavery businesses. He not only didn’t do as told he went to great lengths to take over the void others left when they did as I told them. In the last six hours, he had fifteen kids, which his brothers had recently hired people to kidnap, brought here for them to break them in.
That explains the bound, gagged, and naked men moved up beside that bastard.
Molly held out a ball gag to the bastard. He gave her a look of defiance. When he wouldn’t respond, she grabbed something off the maid’s cart. She had that in one hand and the ball gag in the other. Whatever she picked up was well known to the man given the speed at which he put on the ball gag. I thought that was the end of it, but it wasn’t. Not even close.
I didn’t recognize one of the items she brought back, but the other looked like the banding tool used to castrate bulls on the farm field trip in middle school. He started crying. I think he was begging, too, but couldn’t tell with the ball gag in his mouth.
Molly held the thing I couldn’t recognize up to his face. He shook his head no, so she held out the band thing to him and waited. When he didn’t do anything with it, Molly reached for it and held the other thing to him once more. Going pale, the man squeezed the band tool and slid his balls through it. He tried to keep it stretched open, but he didn’t have the hand strength. It surprised me that he didn’t scream out in pain. Molly repeated this with the men the staff brought in, but she held up a different second option to each of them. She turned to the still open hidden door and waved for someone to come in. Fifteen naked, bruised, and beaten kids from nine to twelve walked into the room. They looked scared shitless when they saw the men.
Completely out of character for Molly, she went to each child to hug them until they calmed down. The Elites gave up their chairs for the children to sit.
Molly pointed to each of the men. One or more nodded. Two went over to two of the other heads of family here, who also went pale, at least until the two kids hugged them both and did their best to thank them for what I do not know. The kids then all got robes. The men with the banded balls stood facing these kids.
Why did the place in my head show me that these guy’s nut sacks were numb now and no longer had any blood flow? Oh, wait. I know better than to ask.
As Molly looked through the three carts for what she wanted, one of the maids moved an odd-looking thing in front of the elite man who had first banded his balls. It had a part that pushed up between his legs. Once where the maid wanted it, she locked in an attachment that pushed the guy’s dick up against his body but left his balls hanging down. She then secured his nuts into another part that clamped down above the band around his nut sack.
When Molly went back to the carts to pick something up, the three maids looked worried. The first was a five-point sledgehammer with a meat-tenderizer head. In the other she chose cable-tie tool refitted with thin nichrome wire and a motor. Molly pressed the button on it, and that caused it to turn white-hot.
Was that for effect?
The man Molly stood in front of looked at her like there was no way in hell he was using either tool.
Molly shrugged, turned to the fifteen kids, turned the tools toward them, and waited. Before the first could get out of their chair, the man stomped his foot to get Molly’s attention. She held the two things out to him again.
Does he think one will hurt less than the other? Both his nuts are numb and haven’t had any blood to them in ten minutes.
Finally, he took the heated wire one. He expertly adjusted the wire to slid over his nuts and then tightened it around his nut sack below the band, gave one last pleading look at Molly. She turned to the fifteen kids and gestured toward the man. We all heard the sizzling and smelled the burning of flesh, but oddly, not screams. After the thud rang out from the metal pan under him, the man walked over, head down, to hand Molly back the thing he used to castrate himself. A maid took him off to the side to staple what remained of his scrotum together.
The next man refused to choose, so Molly let the kids pick. Probably the smallest of them all stood up and got the small sledgehammer. She took off her robe, bent over, and spread her butt open as the man leered at us. It was clear he had done something to this kid. Whatever he saw made his dick rock hard. The kid put the hammer down beside the man and reached between the man’s legs. He was in ecstasy as he felt their small hands sliding against the insides of his thighs. I was sure he was going to cum when the kid lifted his nut sack with one hand and attached something to his balls that I couldn’t see from my angle.
I don’t need to hear what that asshole is trying to say to the kid through the ball gag.
The kid did something to get the band to loosen up, and that returned feeling to the man’s nuts.
He really should have taken the easy way out.
Two maids got behind him to keep him from moving.
I watched in slow motion as the kid picked up the five-pound, rough-edged sledgehammer and proceeded emotionlessly to turn the man’s nuts and scrotum to a bloody pulp. Only the small size of the kid kept blood from splattering everywhere. Once done, the kid ran right to Molly with tears in their eyes. She guided the kid for me to hold as she made up her offer to the remaining men. One wasn’t right in the head and got off as he mutilated his nuts with some sort of nutcracker thing he took off the cart nearest him. The only sounds he made were moans each time he got off.
That is one majorly sick fuck. Maybe castration will stop these men from ever abusing another child.
If the maid would have let them pass out, the fifteen kids on the floor would all now be unconscious.
Molly came over to me, pointed at the men, the kids in robes sitting in the chairs, the kids on the floor, and then my mouth as she had each kid return their chair to the table before leaving through the main door into the conference room, versus the hidden door the staff use. Someone was making a point, but I had no idea what point they were making.
After getting the gist of what Molly wanted me to say, I told them, “Molly wishes to apologize for the interruption. The neutered men decided to expand, versus abolish, their practices of child slavery, pornography, prostitution, and anything else where they could make money abusing children. He had those fifteen children kidnapped and raped to thumb his nose at me to see how I would react. Unfortunately, their son and daughters decided Molly looked like a nice new toy for them to use as their family chooses to do to children to earn their money. If you carefully watched what happened, then you noticed she gave each two choices of ways they could atone for their actions against those children. Each chose castration. Just for the record, she wasn’t even mildly angry with those men. I, for one, don’t wish to know what will happen to someone who manages to piss her off. Can someone remove the men who aren’t permitted to be in here with us out the front door? I want others here to inquire why they chose to castrate themselves?”
While waiting for them to clear out, while the one castrated head of a family sat on a puppy pad, and the others remained over naked by the kids that drugged Molly, the powerful women who took the four girls went to stand near Molly.
“How did you get my two girls to obey you without question as if they feared to displease you,” the woman asked Molly.
Molly just shrugged but didn’t say a word.
Onto the next matter, she pointed to one kid on the floor and then to the arm of something that looked a bit like a balance beam used in gymnastics. The maids got the kid up, adjusted the balance beam so that the kid was bent over it at the waist, and then bound the kid’s hands to their feet. They restrained so that they could not move.
One of the men, or the woman, went behind their child per Molly’s pointing. Each parent then had to spank their child’s bare butt until Molly decided their child had enough for the moment.
What the hell did someone make that paddle do? Not one of those kid’s parents swung it hard enough to do that kind of bruising or cause their genuinely painful screams.
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