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“Come on then, Ellen, let’s hit the road,” I told her.
She survived on skills and instinct, so I have no reason to question her intuition.
We had locked the gate behind us. While filling the gas on the rented jeep, I got a ping on my implant.
Molly had a message that told me, “Ellen stays acutely attuned to her environment. Unwanted parties are en route to the camp to discuss matters best not discussed with you at this time. This group is not interested in your digital friend’s technology or miracle spinal repairs. To these people, that tech is old news. They are quite interested in the three young female hunters, but I’m unable to identify the nature of their interest. I know it isn’t related to what you share with the two visiting.”
Just to be safe, we headed to the nearest airport to change vehicles and then to another airport, where we caught a ride across the country in under an hour.
When we got back on the road, Ellen asked, “Can you tell me everything, daddy? There is a lot I don’t understand, and until we went to the camp, I didn’t know what it was I picked up off you that was different. When Leigh and Kirsten showed up, I knew you three are like each other, but not like most people.”
I found people who refused to let me go back to how I had been for so many years. I explained how I lived through things that could have killed me, how I began ignoring everyone, and then got hit by lightning in the eighth grade. I told Ellen that I had gone into a coma and that many things had changed when I awoke.
“So, people that have what happened to you can make a shield to keep you safe?” Ellen asked.
I thought about it for a minute and said, “I didn’t know anyone else could unless I showed them how, but Leigh and Kirsten did it all on their own. It is what protects them when running nude through the forest where your skin has toughened up, and you know how to avoid things without even thinking about it anymore. As I tried to explain it to you, I realized that I’m pretty sure I was born with a shield to protect me, but I didn’t know. The bigger I got, the longer I stayed unconscious after what should have been a fatal accident. Then you have the people like Molly, who is Autistic and touch-averse. My shield may put a layer between us that I think they can sense. I will have to try that out with one of Tee and Dee’s touch-averse friends. Molly, Tee, and Dee are too used to me now to have it matter either way.”
Molly pinged me again to tell me to change my route a bit. Not so much that people were tracking us as there was a military base where it wouldn’t hurt for me to make an appearance, and they had some special forces troops there learning tracking skills. These included using dogs and counter-tracking techniques. It seems the instructor is an elevated dick who couldn’t follow a blood trail from the blood dripping off the person bleeding out two feet away from him as the person slowly bled out. Multiple generals, colonels, and their staff were here to monitor the evaluations of these groups, which the instructor said were the best in the world. Someone requested that I see if I could bring Ellen to the base if we were in the area. Unlike whatever was going on at the nudist camp, this request was classified top-secret, and very few knew about it. I was a bit worried, but I felt the place in my head could track Ellen anywhere in the world, even if I was in a coma, and keep her protected from being killed or serious injuries.
“What is happening when your attention changes between blinks of your eyes? I see you do that from time to time, and I know something is happening, just not what,” Ellen asked.
She is highly observant.
“That is a bit more complex to explain,” I told Ellen. “There is a person, or who was a person, like me that had something similar happen to him, like being struck multiple times by lightning. With him, his consciousness, soul, or whatever you call it, was pushed into a bunch of electronics and computer gear. That was a very long time ago. The best I can understand, he has become part of every computer made since then, but that doesn’t answer your question. He was protecting me for a while, but then he noticed that I wasn’t the same as the others like me. The kids at the camp with their bionic arms and legs, back braces, and exoskeletons are because of the knowledge he got from me putting Paula back together. He kept her body alive, but I remade brains and organs at a cellular level. April was at one point an identical clone of Paula, as were her eight sisters. I don’t remember doing it, but I changed her back to what she was always meant to be, Paula’s and my daughter.”
I had to stop talking for a few minutes to pay attention to the odd interchanges that got me headed toward the military base. I’ve not seen interstates having stoplights and surface streets for a few miles and back to being an interstate.
I continued telling Ellen, “He wanted to be able to connect with me to give me information. Before Paula’s accident, he put an implant into my head behind my ear. After Paula’s accident, when I was in an exoskeleton, he put in an upgraded one that let us interface better. It allowed him to upload information into my brain, including all martial arts. With me in the exoskeleton, he had me fighting the exoskeleton suit as I tried to go faster when not working on getting Paula back together. I had a lot of information pushed into my head. Molly and this man-in-the-machine did something a while back that put me unconscious. The man’s androids removed the top of my skull to implant a biological-based computer all over my brain. It works with the place in my head to give me information and enhance things, such as computer-enhanced vision. I got a message from Molly about someone making a top-secret request to arrange for you to visit a military base where they have special forces training for tracking and counter-tracking. The instructor can’t track coffee stains on a white carpet.”
“Daddy, are you God, or at least a god?” Ellen asked.
I chuckled before saying, “I ask myself that a lot, sweetheart. Those I have asked what they thought said depends on what makes qualities make someone or something a god. Who knows, maybe I am. There are things I can do that no one else can do. The one that scares me the most is that I can store the energy of many suns inside me and not touch my maximum limits. Some have told me that I could destroy the universe. I believe them.”
“Is April just like you?” Ellen asked.
“No. April can shield herself, and there are odd things she does, but I don’t know how much of that is some sort of superpowers or Paula’s DNA,” I answered.
When we got near the base, I pulled into a gas station.
“I can’t explain why, but you will just have to trust me. We can’t have you running around naked, but we do have your catsuit. Still, your skin, eye, and hair color must change to ensure your protection. What would you like?” I asked.
She thought a bit, looked at her phone, and said, “I want to mess with their heads. I want white-blonde hair, pale blue eyes, and pale skin. They need to see me as some frail little girl they need to protect because I might break. Can you also slim me down so I look like the wind would blow me away, and give me a flat chest? I haven’t gotten any pubic hair to grow back after the doctors did whatever it was that made my chest go back to being mostly flat. I want them to believe I am a little girl and ensure they can see that through the thin, almost see-through bodysuit.”
“Done,” I told her after I did it with barely a thought.
I handed her a mirror.
“How long will this last,” Ellen asked.
I told her I would change her back to how she was moments before we headed home. We didn’t need those kinds of questions asked back home.
“Why aren’t you changing your appearance, daddy,” she asked.
I explained April’s kidnapping and how my trying to appear differently would put us both in danger. She understood.
At the front gate, I gave the guard my new government ID card recently. Whatever it did, he snapped to attention and was all business, except for completely ignoring Ellen back in her car seat instead of asking for a dependent ID card or something. He directed me to where to go, which went to the rear of the base.
“Ah, David,” one of the officers said, recognizing me. “I see you have the girl who impressed some in the Cherokee and Shoshone tribes out west. We don’t want to taint the testing by providing you with the testing parameters. Once we make the introductions, which will be a surprise, I have to ask you to leave the testing area. We don’t want claims of you somehow influencing her.”
I love the looks of “bullshit” on their faces when told that Ellen survived alone in the woods for two years.
“Miss,” one of the dog handlers said. “Please don’t try to pet the dog. We trained him to attack.”
No matter what the trainer said, the dog jerked forward to start licking Ellen’s face and then sat beside her, ignoring her handler’s command. When Ellen told the dog to return to the teammate, the dog obeyed the dog handler again. She petted each of the tracking dogs.
An excellent way to get them to know your scent and that you are an alpha female. They don’t want to risk her getting mad at them or having her attack them.
Her technique was a great way to get under the handlers’ skin and other trackers.
Ellen went up to the person running this demonstration and had a whispered conversation with them. It looked pretty heated, but finally, I saw the man nod, noting that Ellen had gotten her way.
“This eleven-year-old girl did take offense to your doubting her survival and tracking skills. As you can see, she is wearing a skin-tight suit that allows her to move without being restricted in her movements. Not wishing to have an advantage over you and your team, she has asked that she be permitted to remove it and do as the girl has since she was nine, sans clothing,” that got some uncomfortable looks.
Ellen pulled her suit down to her waist and said, “I’m a little girl, for Christ’s sake. I am still flat as a board and bald as a baby. Boys have more boobs than I do. It shouldn’t bother you unless you are into little girls, and maybe we can talk about that later. I’m a bit curious about what a man or woman would be interested in doing with a little girl.”
Oh, way to go, Ellen. I see two women and one man that want to talk to you about what they want to do with you. So did some people here to watch this demo.
Ellen moved near the three people interested in her being nude and stripped off the bodysuit for more effect.
“Bye. The officers said you couldn’t watch me and have to go somewhere else,” Ellen explained and waited for me to leave.
In her well-tailored dress uniform, a stunning enlisted soldier asked me to come with her. We got into Humvee and headed off to a different part of the base. When we arrived outside a hangar, she had me follow her inside. I smelled her pussy juices as soon as I got in the Humvee. The woman pulling me into a kiss wasn’t unexpected. It was quick, and Staff Sergeant Kilmer returned to her soldier demeanor.
“Sorry, but I’ve wanted to kiss you since you got here, and my boss briefed me on what they have to offer you to occupy your time while you wait for the tracking demonstration to complete,” Staff Sergeant Kilmer said. “You can call me Sergeant Kilmer, Kilmer, Kil, or Katie, but Katie will make me blush around the others.”
“Ok, Kilmer, it is, Katie,” I told her.
She grinned, and I got a quick kiss on the cheek. Then she asked me, “Want to go blow shit up? The incompetent, useless shits giving a lousy dog and pony show aren’t the only ones on the base who are arrogant and need to find that their belief that they are the best of the best is incorrect. My chain of command would greatly appreciate it if you would give us some aid in this area.”
What else do I have to do while waiting on Ellen to do her thing?
“What do you need me to do?” I asked Katie.
“Can you fly a gunship and do live-fire exercises?” she asked.
I smiled and said, “Don’t know, but I’m willing to find out. I seem able to fly any jet I put my butt in, so it would make sense that I could fly a helicopter.”
“That is good because we don’t have any fighter jets here, but we have a lot of odd gear that arrived for you. I’m curious about it since it doesn’t appear to weigh anything,” she explained. “Unless you forbid it, I am ordered to accompany you everywhere on the base and in any military aircraft you agree to fly. I will also need to change into my flight gear. We must do so in the same locker room.”
I saw the blush on her cheeks and said, “I’m not shy, but I can see that you are. I promise not to peek, but don’t ask you to do the same.”
Under her breath, Katie said, “I barely have more tits than the little girl, a little bit of fuzz, and a period.”
She feels sorry for herself and is trying to figure out how to get herself off to get some focus back.
She carefully took off her dress uniform in the locker room and hung it up. Once down to panties and a t-shirt, I stripped to my boxer briefs as she watched. I went over to her, turned her around, and pulled her back to my chest. She started to push her panties down, but I stopped her. I slid my hands under her t-shirt to play with her barely a-cup breasts until I could smell her juices again. A quick slip of my hand into her panties gave me access to polish the sunburned bald head of the man in her boat. She didn’t take much to collapse back into my arms as the intense cum made her go limp. While conscious, Katie wasn’t very coherent, so I got her dressed in her flight suit before pulling on my own. I sat on the bench and pulled her onto my lap to lie back against me.
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