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Incredible ChangesChapter 282: Risa And Family free porn video
Why don’t I remember her? Did I even see her or wash her without even noticing her?
“Today, I smelled a familiar scent and then heard your voice. My juices instantly soaked my panties, and that has never happened before. I need you, Darren. I’m not a virgin, and I haven’t been for years, so you need not worry about that causing me pain. In advance, I will apologize for any times I may call you David,” she told me as she reached down to play with my dick.
I kissed the top of her head before I told her, “Risa, you can call me a rat bastard, cunt, asshole, or about anything that you can think of when we are knocking boots. I don’t take it personally.”
I didn’t quite expect her to turn into a sailor! She expressed how much she liked sex with me in multiple languages.
When Risa had to stop, not because she was sore, but had to pee, I looked over beside the bed to see we had an audience.
“Can I get some of what you were giving her,” a girl with fair-sized breasts and neatly trimmed bush asked.
Beside her were two of her sisters, who were still beating up the man in the boat, as they asked as well.
Risa came back in to say, “If you’re up for it, Darren. I’m going to get us both a snack and some water.”
The one who asked if she could fuck me only lasted about until I managed to work three inches inside her tight pussy. She came and passed out.
The other girls pounced as soon as I pulled my dick from the girl sleeping on the bed. They didn’t look like much, but both buried me fully in their massaging cock warmers. The two took a bit to get into sync, but then they would fuck themselves with my dick until they came and then slide off my dick. Before the juices on my dick could cool, I was in the other girl’s hot pocket. Other than stopping to have a snack and some water, oh, and to carry the naked sleeping girl to the room she shared with brothers and sisters, the two girls went non-stop. When I came inside one of them, the one who got the load had to get me hard again.
After three hours of nearly non-stop sex with the two girls, they showed me that I didn’t need to participate in being their flesh dildo actively. I slipped off into the place in my head to see what was up with Risa’s vision. From all the information on the biology of eyes, the optic nerves, and the vision center in the brain, plus the work to make Paula’s eyes, I quickly found multiple problems. First was that she had some sort of virus in her body that lived in the intraocular fluid. It didn’t make the fluid cloudy enough for Steve’s people to find, but it dulled down the signals from her rods and cones to the point that little, if any, impulses made it to her optic nerve. The other problem was genetic. It caused her to get mixed color signals from each eye that messed up the colors when combined in her visual cortex. She always had it, but with little information coming from her eyes to her optic nerve, what impulses her eyes sent were very fuzzy areas of light and dark. She had glasses before going blind, but many in her family wore glasses, so that, too, was genetic. I wasn’t going to fix her sight, but I did have a way that I could make her body tag the virus as foreign so her body could fight it off.
Risa kicked the two girls out of her room and dead-bolted the door two hours later. We showered first and headed to bed when I asked about her glasses.
“Yuck. I hate those things. They are ugly. But why do you want to know anyway? I’m blind, remember,” she said.
I made her get them anyway, put them on her face for the first time since going blind, and said, “You said you saw some fuzzy light to dark areas. As thick as your glasses are, anything would be fuzzy. Come on. Open your eyes already.”
She did and started looking all around. Nothing was sharp and clear, but it was less fuzzy.
“Oh. Gross. Get that bedspread off the bed. I can’t believe we did it on that. My grandmother said she made my mother on it, and my parents made most of their children on it,” she told me.
I hugged her to me and said, “Well, I guess you were twice as blind, and now you are just sort of blind. The glasses seemed to help, so that is progress. Maybe you have some form of temporary blindness that is finally starting to go away, and you didn’t notice. I hope that is it. If the people at the clinic didn’t know you wore glasses before going blind, it could explain why they didn’t have a lot of success.”
Well, she can see good enough to watch my dick sliding in and out of her slippery pussy and watch the load I shot all over her stomach.
We managed to get three hours of sleep before someone was pounding on her door to tell her that there were people here that are trying to take everyone away to an orphanage. The kids were all in their hiding spots, but Risa needs to come down right then.
“Do you mind helping me here? These aren’t any form of child protective services. They are predators who want to take my siblings and me to do child porn or selloff for adoption in some other country,” she told me.
While she threw on panties, a bra, shorts, and a shirt, I slipped my suit back on. It seemed appropriate for meeting these cretins.
When I got down to the foyer, it was clear these were thugs sent to do what Risa said. Six of them were carrying guns, and the other was the “front man” of their group.
“Please save yourself a lot of grief and embarrassment. Unload your guns, eject the round in the chamber and hand them to Risa. Now,” I told them, in my commanding voice.
Which one is going to be the child?
I didn’t expect the smartest looking one in the bunch to be the one to reach for his gun. Being taller now was a great asset, as was the ability of the suit stretch with me as I moved. I had his unloaded, field stripped, and sitting disassembled on the table in front of him. Too bad that he wouldn’t be able to see it until he regained consciousness.
Two others found themselves unconscious and tied to their chairs by Risa before any of the others had processed what happened. Not wanting any chances one of these morons would play cowboy and possibly hurt one of the hiding children, I got their guns from them as well. All six guns now sat on the table, stripped down as far as I could get without a screwdriver.
I gestured to the remaining seats as I said, “Sit. Now.”
The face man went through his spiel about their parents being dead, so they were going to an orphanage. Blah blah blah.
“I’m so rude. I’ve neglected to introduce myself. I’m Darren. Risa is one of my friends,” I told them.
One of the three still conscious men summed it up for everyone, “Fuck! We are dead men.”
I reached over to put my hand on his shoulder and say, “Well, I’m not going to kill you, though I think I might be able to get Molly here by this evening. She will make you wish you were dead.”
Realization showed on the first man’s face.
“Yes. That Molly,” I told him. “She doesn’t like people going around kidnapping orphans because you think the kids are too stupid to know any better. Who will I have the pleasure of meeting when you take me to your leader?”
Right then, my phone dinged, and dinged, and dinged. I pulled it out to see one man with an elephant-sized dildo shoved in his ass. Two others were holding the scalpels they had just used to castrate themselves. The last one really should have chosen the elephant dildo. His balls were hanging down in a big jar filled with what looked like miniature-piranha, starved miniature piranha. They looked about the size of Black Mollies at the pet store. The next message had a video. It showed those little fish taking tiny bites out of the man’s nut sack. From his screaming, which unnerved the men at the table, he didn’t have a band around his balls to numb them first. Then there were the two women. Each had their legs spread as they turned a crank that advanced what looked like a little kid’s fat pencil if that pencil had arc welder at the very tip. A contraption restrained them so that all they could move was their hand to turn the wheel that advanced the crackling thing that slowly vaporized away a tiny bit of their clitoris. These women screamed out in extreme pain but kept from passing out.
“Oh. Never mind. Molly beat me to them,” I said as I showed them pictures of each after finished their chosen punishment.
The frontman said, “No idea who those poor fucks are, but they aren’t our boss.”
Ok then. The fun gets to continue.
“We are going to get the three imbeciles out to your vehicle and then go chat with your boss. Since you already know about Molly, I’m certain that your boss will be surprised to see me,” I told them as the three goons slapped the others around to wake them up.
They came prepared.
Outside was an extended length van. In the back, I saw chains, ropes, gags, and a big medical box with pre-fill syringes. Risa, and two brothers, were happy to show these thugs that they knew a lot of about how to tie these men down in a way that they couldn’t hope to free themselves anytime soon.
I’m just going to ignore the skill with which those precious little girls are using the needles from the syringes to draw very intricate pictures on the men’s hands and faces.
We drove for about an hour before coming up to a heavily secured estate. One guard checked the man in the driver’s seat while another looked me over. Being big like the other men made the guard ignore me.
When we came around the back of the mansion, I saw a plane preparing to take off soon. I had the place in my not see any of it, only the people inside. In this case, I saw naked, bound, and gagged children inside, packed in as tightly as their bodies would permit. An armed man waved us toward the plane. Right when we stopped, this man in an expensive shirt and slacks, with plenty of gold jewelry and arrogance, came up to the side of the van.
“Where the fuck you been? I should have you tied behind the plane for a ride to the destination. These orphaned shits are worth millions each, and those are the girls who have already had their cherries popped,” the man growled. “Get them in the fucking plane already.”
I chose then to get out of the van. The guards near me must have been mercenaries or saw the video from two years ago. Either way, they all went pale when they realized who I was. The arrogant fuck didn’t.
I went around to him, and he decided I was his next target to continue going off on as he yelled, “Who in the fuck do you think you are in that snazzy suit? Someone muscling in on my action? Get those kids in the plane before I shoot you myself.”
“With what?” I asked as I held the gun from his holster and pointed it at him. “You weren’t planning on using this, were you? I would think a dumbshit running this clusterfuck would at least buy a much better gun than this pawn shop discard. Oh, since you asked, you can call me Darren, as everyone else does.”
While tried to figure out who I was, since he was not the sharpest butter knife in the drawer, I used the implant in my head to have my phone dial whoever was the head of this dumb fucks operation.
“Sorry to bother you by calling your phone you keep for emergencies. My name is Darren. I happen to have one of your relatives here trying to figure out why he isn’t going to complete his plans to take my friend Risa, his siblings, and an airplane full of kidnapped children to wherever he plans to pimp them out or sell them off for adoption. I’m now going to check on the forty-two naked, bound children he already has in, what I will guess is one of your planes, ready to take off,” I said as I handed my phone to the screwed dipshit.
He sat there sputtering for a few minutes as he got his ass handed to him. When I saw two of the guards reach for their weapons, I got ready to defend myself. I didn’t need to have worried. They weren’t waiting for the order to shoot me.
That dipshit is chickenshit. Where the heck does someone get a fake cyanide tooth, and why would a low-level moron like him need one?
One guard shot the video of the man foaming at the mouth until the man died. The other guard shot dipshit three times in the chest and twice in the head.
“He wasn’t worth the extra bullets,” I told the guard that shot dipshit, just to be sure.
He smiled, as he changed out magazines, and then said, “My supervisor told us to bind him and tie him to a chair to wait for his mother to arrive. She is one scary bitch, Darren. I think she can give the mystery Molly chick a good battle to see who is scariest. Moron always took the quick and easy way with everything he did. Wouldn’t have figured that he had the guts to get a cyanide tooth to keep from having to face his mother for when he fucks up majorly. If I grew up with a mother like that, I would either be a perfect, obedient angel or damn good at making sure no one finds out when I screw the pooch. That isn’t why I shot him, though. There is a pool of cash for whoever got the chance to be the first to shot the worthless sack of shit. No one said he couldn’t be dead first.”
“Bullshit! You’ve wanted to shoot that fuck seconds after you met him the first time,” the other guy said.
My phone rang, which was surprising in itself. No number, but I answered anyway, “Hello?”
“Darren, I owe you so much right now for finding out about that idiot’s side business. It would have bitten me in the ass. I only have a few below-board businesses, but they are not anything worth any law enforcement’s time to investigate. The rest are legitimate. Again, thank you for being in the right place at the right time to keep him from kidnapping Risa and her siblings. None of the families would ever accept that he did that all on his own. He isn’t smart enough, but I’ve seen some recent images and videos of his puppet masters finding out the error of their ways. Please be so kind as to reach to your acquaintance to let confirm that she knows I knew nothing of this atrocity,” he told me with complete sincerity. “That isn’t exactly why I called. My sister, his mother, suggested I do that before asking if you can do her a favor. You see, that moron couldn’t keep his dick in his pants or manage to keep the trophy wives around. Each got tired of his shit and stuck him with the children in exchange for a large bag of cash to drive away. I don’t know what you have in mind for the bound children in the plane, but his children are all now orphans too. You won’t have any trouble finding the children my sister asks that you separate from this idiot’s disrespectful children who frustrate my sister whenever she tried to guide them onto the right path. They need to find out how the ones they spit on live.”
His sister conferenced in, and she got right down to business by asking me to please do all I can to keep Molly from also visiting her. She didn’t want to find out what Molly could have this man’s sister to do, voluntarily, for whatever pissed Molly off.
Once she finished with her pleading to keep Molly away, she told me who to call to pick up the moron’s children who needed to have a kick in the ass. Where I was now is her estate, which made it more ironic that this is where the moron planned to leave after he kidnapped Risa and her siblings. She asked if I would take the kids off the plane, have the staff feed them, get them dressed in whatever clothes they wanted from anything the children at her home had in their rooms. The grandchildren she asked me to help correct their attitudes needed to be bound, gagged, and then stripped by the security staff. She wanted to give them some payback for how these shits treat the staff like dirt. The well-behaved, at least for elite children given everything, would be off away from the others. I would enjoy their company as the staff helped the nasty little grandkids on the plane to continue to its destination. Those children from her family who remain were mine to do with as I pleased, with no restrictions whatsoever.
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