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Incredible ChangesChapter 485: A Surprising Birthday free porn video
Wait, could I make myself invisible? It would only pass the energy around my body that stops when it hits me.
As directed by the waiter, I carried a tray full of Concord grape juice and red wine. The carafes were polycarbonate for a reason. The group of kids between me and the table where I was to put the juice and wine down started watching me approach. When I got close, one of the boys quickly stepped back and into me. He flipped the tray to have to pour the wine and grape juice all over my white apron.
“You Buffoon! Are you blind? Have you been drinking the wine instead of serving it? Look what you did to my cousin’s dress! You ruined it. That is coming out of your pay. You better hope she doesn’t have you beaten!” the boy yelled.
No one but I saw the girl give me a quick smile and little mini-wave as she got up quickly.
She screamed out, “You better hope this doesn’t stain!”
A group of the maids magically appeared to start cleaning up the wine while the girl bitched all the way out into the staff hallway. She demanded I take her to find another coverup since I ruined the sundress she had on.
We made it down the hallway as far as the first unlocked door. This girl pulled me inside, pulled off her dress, which was all she was wearing, and pushed her tongue in my mouth. Her hands had my dick out in seconds and hard not long after. This girl had me hold up one of her legs as she slotted my dick against her pussy. Dropping from being on tip-toes to flatfooted pushed my dick through her cherry and forced six inches inside her. She jumped up into my arms and power fucked me. I had a load of swimmers fired up inside her less than five minutes from when we entered the room. The girl took a one-piece dark-blue bathing suit from her bag and slid it on after using my towel to wipe her pussy clean.
“Damn, I’ve wanted that dick in me since I saw it when I was twelve. I turned fourteen two weeks ago, your minimum age requirement at the Elite vacations. Don’t worry about anyone else in there recognizing you. Ava called me to tell me the plans. Letting my cousin fuck my ass in the bathroom earlier got him to do what I told him to do. He would have done it without fucking my ass, but he is the only one that knows how much it hurts to have a dick shoved in his ass without lube. I love having it in my ass, so it was a win-win. We need to get back to keeping things on track. Thanks for not stopping me from fucking you. I’m sure your sperm will do the trick if I can get pregnant. My cousin can’t keep his mouth shut about sex, so everyone will know he fucked my ass today. No one else is going there, or my pussy, for the rest of the trip. When I tell everyone I’m pregnant, he is going to shit himself,” she told me before cleaning off my dick. “Oh, that dress is a thrift-store reject from near where we live. I have two more in my bag. Daddy thought they were a thousand dollars apiece. I didn’t do anything to convince him otherwise and pocketed the cash.”
She pulled on a blue one that matched her suit.
After washing the freshly-fucked look off her face, she started yelling at me as we went back into the dining room.
“You got do fucking lucky,” she screamed at me. “They had one that matches my suit to replace the one you ruined. Shouldn’t you be playing American football instead of trying to stumble around waiting tables?”
She continued to lay it on thick before I was “dismissed” to see if I could manage to do my job and not drop anything else.
That made plenty of the family here laugh. I couldn’t even leave to get a clean apron, which delighted the table full of kids.
How bad would it fuck things up if I laughed each time that girl clenched her teeth because each time she moved her pussy reminded her she just popped her cherry and fucked all nine inches of my dick until I came inside her?
The staff played along and gave me a cart to push around. It had food for some of the people in the family. I handed plates to the head of their family, three angry women, and four angry girls. Looking at the four girls, I could tell they were too shy and weak to kill anything, much less a person.
My implant showed me that those angry women were part of the family’s chosen assassins sent to do the wet work to resolve issues with suppliers, other elite families, or people who screwed them over. They didn’t have the stomach to kill anyone in the family or children, like Ava.
Ava walked in wearing a half-shirt and bikini bottoms that displayed Ellen’s latest artwork.
“Sorry that I’m a bit late,” Ava said.
Ellen was nude. April wore her custom swimsuit, leaving no question who Ellen was carrying. Even those wearing thick glasses had no problem connecting Ellen’s self-portrait where Ava once had pubic hair.
I have to resist the urge to react. I can already see the wheels turning behind the eyes of the girls and women at the table.
Ava waited a few seconds and said, “Everyone, wish Ellen Jones a happy birthday. She chose to wear her birthday suit for the occasion. My niece, your granddaughter, or cousin turned twelve today. Watch out for her little sister, April. She bites.”
With that, Ava held up her hand, showing the stitches where April bit Ava to get her to drop the knife.
“Grab her!” one of the adults screamed.
One of the psychotic angry girl assassins was already out of her chair with a knife, rushing for Ellen. My implant highlighted that Ellen was moving slightly.
April’s shield reached out to pull the girl’s hand holding the knife toward April. When it got close, April leaned forward and bit the girl on the arm about how she had done with Ava. This time I saw how April didn’t even break the skin with her teeth but did something to make it appear that she did. Her “bite” tore through the tendons attached to the angry girl assassin’s thumb, index, and middle fingers. She nicked the median vein as well. It wasn’t life-threatening but had blood dripping off the girl’s wrist.
The assassin’s screaming slowed the other people rushing toward Ellen, Ava, and April. They weren’t as anxious to get to Ellen now but were still slowly closing in.
“Still dumb as a box of dead babies, Yolanda,” Ava said to the girl who tried to stab Ellen. “I told you to watch out for April. She bites.”
Someone on staff grabbed Yolanda to take her to get her arm checked out.
A few boys and four men, all showing they had some well-toned muscle, got up to start moving toward Ellen after someone screamed to get Ellen.
Ellen moved quickly. She put April on the table, handed her a new water glass, and told her to wash her mouth. April didn’t want to have any of Yolanda’s blood in there.
With speed, agility, and power that those approaching her weren’t expecting, Ellen caught the nearest one to her, which happened to be one of the angry girl assassins, with an elbow to the girl’s breastbone. I had never seen Ellen use it before, but she was well-practiced in various martial arts techniques that caused nearly instant unconsciousness.
Her father must have begun teaching her those when she was barely out of diapers. Those take the most adept six to seven years to learn to do effectively.
The girl hadn’t even hit the floor before she did a similar technique on one of the muscular men. Ellen used his chest to kick off from lunge at a woman trying to get behind Ellen. The momentum caused the man’s unconscious body into two of the boys directly behind him. All three hit the floor with a resounding thud, knocking out the two boys. Ellen took down that woman and the boy behind her.
From one of the carts, Ellen got a cutting board. She used that like a bat to one girl’s face with a knife in each hand. We all heard the contact with the girl’s nose before hitting the bone.
She is not dead but will wish she was.
I don’t know why, but Ellen grabbed the girl’s knives and quickly cut to the bone as she carved Ellen backward in both of the girl’s eyebrows simultaneously. That gave two men, a boy, and three teenage girls time to move into surround Ellen.
Ellen looked like a greased hog tying with toddlers trying to grab it.
The girls and men dropped like sacks of flour in less than two seconds.
Ellen looked strangely and darted to grab a small knife from a nearby cart. The person had just sharpened it. Ava moved toward Ellen to stop her from killing the boy but stopped when Ellen cut the boy’s shorts and underwear off to get to his dick. With a few quick flicks of the knife, she had pieces of his foreskin in her hand. Ellen shoved those into his mouth and did something that made him swallow them. When Ellen moved away from him, the boy let out a blood-curdling scream.
Ellen had knocked out, caused excruciating pain, or both to all those brave enough to try to grab her. It had only taken two minutes.
A few tried throwing something at Ellen only to find it coming back at them. Most weren’t fast enough to dodge out of the way in time.
Ellen then got to the head of Ava’s family. She came thrice as she heated a table knife and used it to carve “MURDERER” into that man’s forehead. With a small paring knife, Ellen cut and burned in her father’s name.
Ava stood over a few feet from where she entered. Some of those Ellen knocked unconscious awakened quickly, and Ellen knocked them out again.
I felt a change in April and quickly scanned the room. A woman pulled out a gun on the other side of the room from Ellen. April had already pushed out a shield around Ellen. Only a few feet away, I grabbed a carafe of coffee. The place in my head super-heated it, and I moved toward the woman pulling out the gun. I poured the coffee onto her hands as she tried to line up the shot. I pushed energy into the weapon to heat the exterior materials that made the gun undetectable to metal detectors. It caused third-degree burns to where she held the gun. The scalding coffee did that to her hands and arms.
As she screamed, I said, “Damn, I’m clumsy today.”
Soon the resort’s security came in to clear out the ones who Ellen knocked out. They left the head of the family, as he had no active bleeding as Ellen’s hot knife cauterized all the wounds.
“I will have you hunted down and killed, little girl, just like I did your father,” the head of the family told Ellen.
Ava chose then to pipe up and said, “Should you survive at all after the cease-fire, if the family doesn’t kill you before then, I wouldn’t suggest it. Ellen has the angries. Hers is ten times worse than mine and worse than any girl has ever had in the family. She’s had three years to think about what she would do to the person who sent me to kill her father and my brother. Even then, maybe you would have a chance, with enough money, but there is one small problem. It is a big problem, depending on how you look at it. Ellen is April’s sister, and their last name is Jones.”
“You did not get the memo. You see, it is stupid to threaten to kill any of my family or friends. Now threatening my girls is fucking idiotic. Ask yourself, have you ever heard of me killing anyone? Ever give a single second of thought to why Darren gave me his wealth instead of someone in one of the elite families? I’m guessing that thinking isn’t your strong suit, seeing as how Ellen came in here willing, holding Ava’s hand and carrying my daughter, and still, you ordered your family to grab Ellen. Take Mary, Skylar, Corwin, and all my wealth and resources out of consideration. Do you think you will be able to find a mercenary anywhere in the world to try to come after my family or me after what happened on Christmas two years ago?” I asked him loudly enough for everyone remaining to hear me as I refilled his spilled wine glass. “I haven’t taught Ellen a thing. What you saw today is all her. It is how her father prepared her to survive anyone from her family coming to kill her. I’ve never seen her this angry. Be lucky that she doesn’t have my imagination. Fortunately, Ava beat Ellen to cutting your balls off. I can only imagine her cutting into your nutsack with a hot butter knife until she removed it all, leaving your nuts hanging out in the air. I don’t want to know what a seared testicle smells like as she slowly slices off tiny slivers over hours, if not days, before getting creative. Ava’s reminder of Ellen’s face isn’t ink. Ellen slowly burned out every pubic hair to make that.”
I let that sink in as I refilled wine and water glasses.
After bussing the dishes for those removed from here, I told him, “Ellen is still young and has much to learn about creativity. Me, well, I would cover your cock and asshole with honey, over a fire ant hill, in the middle of the Amazon rainforest, holding the rope that is keeping the glass bottle, filled with mosquitoes, botflies, and rotting flesh, from smashing into the rock underneath it. Think it will be over quickly? Nope. You see, I’m not going to let you die. I have the money to ensure the only way you leave this life is by natural causes unrelated to anything I do to you. That is just for threatening to hurt my friends and family. If you find someone stupid enough to try to do your bidding, well, then you get to live a long life. I will keep you alive to watch your wife, children, grandchildren, siblings, nieces, and nephews suffering as you randomly pick the button that gives you a few seconds of relief from the pain of hunger and thirst. Those buttons will take a lot of energy to keep pushing down. When you let it up, the one who suffered at your hands chooses the next hell you enter until able to push down another button.”
“Or you could put him so that one half of his body slowly has layer by layer of skin burned off while subjecting the other half to extreme cold for frostbite to kill off those skin layers. Properly cared for, it can go on for decades without killing them,” Ava suggested.
I chuckled and asked, “Wouldn’t the nerves eventually die off, or he builds a tolerance for the pain?”
“You both are overthinking things and wasting money,” a girl said.
She may have been nineteen, but she looked ten. She had a natural mix of white and strawberry-blonde hair. One eye was a piercing blue, while the other was a pale violet. She wasn’t pale like albinos, favoring a redhead’s pale complexion with freckles. She had not a hair below the neck, breasts no more than rounded places on her chest, and capped pale pink quarter-sized areoles with slightly inverted nipples. Her hips were still boy-straight, and her mound tight up against her body. She barely had a butt. This woman was thin but had solid muscles up under her pale skin.
“It is much simpler to insert probes into the nerve clusters where they approach the spine. Doctors and scientists mapped these out decades ago. You can cause many manners of pain, depending on the signal pushed into the nerve clusters. If you wish to go further, multiple devices exist that surround the nerve cluster. They charge kinetically and are remotely controllable. You are shunting all signals on that nerve cluster to paralyze anything it controls. For the right money, the device can have an iris-like apparatus that will cut through the entire nerve cluster if someone tampers with it that doesn’t have the specific tools to disable that feature before removing it. Best of all, if done when someone is drunk or high, they rarely notice the time loss from the anesthesia. The incisions are tiny enough, and when placed in proper proximity to the spine, they can be glued back together versus stitched, so the recipient is none the wiser,” she said.
I watched Ava’s family look at the woman in fear or give a little shiver at that idea.
“Daddy, these people are nasty and evil. I want to go somewhere fun on my birthday, not sit around with the family that killed my father and wanted me dead too,” Ellen said.
The odd woman asked, “David, my name is Faith, or that is what they called me when I was little. I’m not related to any of these sick fucks, even if they think I am. One of the women had an albino daughter that died right after turning four. They found me somewhere and kidnapped me to be a replacement. They killed off all that part of their family tree before I turned ten. Still, the rest of the family kept me around, hoping I would fall prey to their family’s DNA curse that causes some girls to go psycho and turn into soulless killers who don’t feel a bit of guilt when killing children and babies. Too bad for them I didn’t have their DNA. I’ve lived with them looking for someone who wasn’t total elite assholes, but these trips are the only time I’m let outside the home. Can I crash in one of your bedrooms until you leave? We can discuss if I can be yet another of the strays you take in regularly.”
“Can we, daddy? She’s beautiful, smart, and hates Ava’s family more than me,” Ellen asked.
“April didn’t need to say anything to let me know she agreed with Ellen,” I picked up April and told Faith, “It seems that I’m overruled two to one here. Come on if you don’t have anything you want to keep here. We will get you some clothes later.”
That got me a kiss on the cheek from Faith. She took Ellen’s hand and walked into the staff hallways with April and me.
“I need to talk with my family, David. Take Faith with you, please. She doesn’t deserve to suffer from this family any longer. I was the one who went to find her, but I didn’t need to kill anyone. Faith was in an orphanage in a hospital last used during World War II for POWs. It looked more like a prison than a place to care for unwanted or orphaned children. The government felt guilty enough to ensure the children had food and minimal clothing to not freeze to death, but not much more. Any repairs needed come from what they could take off other old bombed-out buildings nearby. It was one of those places where they take children who don’t look like the main population. That includes those with mental and physical deformities. The people there were humanitarian enough not to send the children somewhere to die, but they weren’t about to put a lot of money into raising them. Faith is damn smart, and I saw that when I found her. Nearly everyone in my family despises her for their reasons, but I do enjoy Faith being around because of the discomfort she causes everyone else. What is totally fucked up is that because you are taking her away from the family for good, my family will love you more than you can ever imagine. After experiencing Ellen when she was under the full weight of the Angries, and not being killed, it will make them go out of their way to ensure you don’t want to send Ellen away because she will return to the family. Ellen will never like it, but the family’s control is her birthright, and they know it.”
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