Tails at Flight Level 490 CH 2
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Incredible ChangesChapter 490: Angry Illuminated free porn video
What is going on? Did Caryn solve some hidden mystery?
“I spent some time with Caryn today,” I told Ellen and Ava.
“You what? She is crazy as shit and way too smart. You can’t trust anything she says,” Ava said. “This is a trap of some sort. It must be. I know her.”
I told Ava, “You trust me, and I will be there. Did she lie to me? Sure, I called her on it every time, so she stopped. I don’t know what is up, but she seems to have found something and wants to show us.”
“Fine,” Ava said.
I disarmed both of them before we left.
Caryn disarmed them more when she came up to Ava to give her a sincere, love-filled hug.
To Ellen, she came over to say, “I’m so sorry about what happened to your father. It wasn’t right. My great uncle had no right to do that, and if he still lived, he would get killed. I know you don’t want to be with us, but I need you. I have to verify something, and you are the only one who can help.”
“David is here for your protection, so deal with it,” Caryn told the girls and women sitting around the table, none looking happy.
I needed to confirm something, too, so I connected the place in my head to my implant. I saw what I expected. Each had weak links to the area around us. Ellen can shut off the feelers that caused her Angries from the animals, but she isn’t suppressing it now. There were no active connections at the moment.
Why do I sense the bobcat from yesterday, but Ellen doesn’t?
My scanning showed me something else. Two of the younger girls had locations for tethers that looked recently irritated. A smaller girl seemed to have what looked ready to irritate those places but wasn’t yet ready to get released. Another girl I found looked like hers had been that way for a while but now looked like they got better today.
“Caryn, can you hold that thought for a second? I want to check something. I will need Ava for a few minutes, too,” I asked.
The two girls with recently irritated places were sitting there in only tiny bikini bottoms, so I had no trouble seeing their nipples were twenty-percent rounder than the pictures sent from their checkup a month ago. Feeling both of their chests found they had firm buds that weren’t pushing out the girl’s nipples yet, because of their muscular bodies.
“Ava, can you help me with something? I need to talk to your niece, and I think I might need you to give me a hand explaining something,”
Ava and the girl took my hands happily. We didn’t have far to go to the bathroom for guests using the paved running and walking trail near where Caryn brought everyone. Inside I first gently touched the girl’s breasts. Her nipples hardened instantly, and she pushed against them, only to pull back as her face contorted in discomfort.
“Please go pee,” I told her. “I won’t watch, but Ava will. Please trust me for a few more minutes.”
I made sure the girl had no choice about needing to pee.
“I’M BLEEDING! HELP! WHY AM I BLEEDING?” The girl screamed when she wiped to find a small clot and plenty of blood. The more she wiped, the more she bled. It took her a few minutes to have the flow stop for long enough that she calmed down.
I waited for the girl to look at me and then said, “Congratulations, you survived the Angries without killing anyone, no matter how much you may have wanted. You’re a woman, which is why I asked Ava here. If you don’t already know where babies come from, you can have that talk later. You probably aren’t interested in having a guy only four years older than you discuss that bloody surprise. Now I understand the cryptic message from someone saying I would need the bag in the cabinet with the extra toilet paper.”
I got the bag. I pulled out a pair of black granny panties, shorts, a lightly padded sports bra, and a t-shirt. The t-shirt had the profile of a pregnant teenager on the front.
It had a red circle with a slash through it over the belly confetti coming out the top. On the back was an oven with dough hanging down through the slots in the rack.
It got a smile out of the girl, which was good because she had her first real cramp, and it looked like someone kicked her in the gut, followed by a big clot falling into the toilet.
“I think that shirt should make it clear to the rest of the women here, including your sisters, aunts, and cousins. I’m going to wait outside while you get dressed,” I told the girl.
She gave me the biggest hug when she came out of the bathroom.
To them both, I said, “Sorry about asking Ava to help in there, but Ellen and April are both going to hold it in until they can make me be the one to show them how to deal with the mess when they get theirs.”
We headed back to the group.
“Are you...” the girl’s older sister started to ask when she saw her sister walking back dressed. “Oh. Uh, congrats! How did he know? You two haven’t?”
Ellen burst out laughing, which pissed some of the people at the table off.
Once she calmed down, Ellen said, “Welcome to the world of David. I stopped asking how he knew something. If he didn’t find out himself, the little girl riding that fawn and holding that bobcat kitten told him. You’d better all sit back from the table.”
They listened to the last part. A second later, a pissed-off bobcat momma jumped up on the table. It wasn’t what Caryn planned, but it appears to have worked better. I saw the links from the girls in puberty with the Angries link to the bobcat. The little girls linked with her, but they watched the bobcat as they walked over to be behind me. The women had faint links. I could see they had some idea why the momma was here. Those who had killed someone during their Angries became hyper-alert. I watched them glance at me to size me up when they weren’t looking for something they could use as a weapon against me.
The fun wasn’t over. Two of the women looked at each other. They then looked at one of the girls with the Angries in the middle of puberty. The three moved as quickly as one to attack me. All three were sitting on the ground at my feet with no clue how they got there or why they couldn’t move.
“Point made, April. Get down already,” I told her.
She had the fawn get down on the ground so April could get off its back. As everyone watched, she put the bobcat kitten down. They expected the momma on the table to go after April, but it sat there looking at something behind me. Another momma bobcat rushed over, got the kitten by the scruff of the neck, and ran off.
Only when it was clear did the bobcat on the table pounce. It knocked April to the ground and put a paw on her chest to hold her down. The two locked eyes.
“Aren’t you going to save your daughter?” one of the horrified women asked
I pulled the still immobilized girl from between the two women, moved her to my lap with her back to my chest, undid the paralysis, put my arms down over the girl’s stomach, and said, “From what, getting a bath? The bobcat is deciding if April will let her lick April clean or not.”
April must have decided she wanted to get bathed by a bobcat, rough tongue and all.
I felt the tension go out of the girl in my lap, and she happily put her hands over mine and let her thumbs caress my arm.
The place in my head let me undo the paralysis of the two women beside me. They moved over to be hip to hip with me and pulled my arms over their shoulders. Both leaned their heads on the shoulders of the girl in my lap. They reached down to hold one of that girl’s hands lovingly.
April giggled away happily as the bobcat pushed her around to lick her. Once satisfied that April was clean, the bobcat came over to climb over the girl on my lap’s legs. It shifted around where it lay on the girl’s and my legs. It didn’t mind the girl or both women petting it. The bobcat put its head in the girl’s lap and slept.
Ellen picked up April and said, “Showoff.”
“Ahem,” Caryn said, a bit annoyed. “That was easier than I thought. So, we all heard the bobcat, felt her anger, and then what passed for pleasure as she cleaned April like she was her kit. I’m sure that April isn’t related to us in any way. She probably learned how to do that from Ellen, like she learned to speak our family language. Did you even notice that Ellen sounds like she grew up with us? Ava said Ellen didn’t know it. Ava’s brother, Ellen’s father, never taught it to her.”
Caryn let that settle in for a few minutes.
Caryn picked up the papers, got their attention, and said, “I thought it was David taking Ava’s cherry and fucking her into submission, but he fucked the hell out of me today, and I still feel the rage as much as ever. It is different now, but that is because I figured something out. Those who said they were our grandfathers and fathers weren’t, except for Ellen’s. I looked at our DNA. At David’s resort last year, the floating hospital sequenced all of the DNA from whatever came them from the medical records kept for over a hundred years. Our grandfathers, uncles, and fathers are all bastards from servants screwed by their fathers, uncles, and cousins. The DNA traces back to a boy my great-great-grandmother took pity on because he lost his family in the war. He was smart, witty, and pure evil. She had the Angries, and we got it from her. She, and our grandmother, took in the boy. This man, Zeus of all names, fathered kids with staff for sixty-three years. Only males joined the family. The females remained with the servant women who had them. He did father some girls from women in the family, but only women married into the family. We all remember at least one of them. They were dumb as boxes of rocks and good for nothing more than being fuck toys and arm candy for one of the other elite families. Looking at their DNA records, they had a gene mutation that made them infertile, the same as those Zeus fathered with the servants. The male children from Zeus were also sterile, but not idiots.”
She stopped because the bobcat woke up suddenly, jumped on the table, looked around, and then jumped down. It stalked something and then pounced into the bushes. We heard something squeal, rustling, and then the bobcat returned with a rat in its mouth almost as big as the bobcat itself. It walked past us, over to a grate, and started to bat at something on the ground. A few tries had the grate open. The bobcat dropped the fat rat inside, and it closed. Shortly after that, the grate opened with a live chicken. The bird jumped out and took off toward the woods. The bobcat waited for the grate to close and then headed to catch dinner.
“Who didn’t cum, or at least feel like when you rub yourself, just then?” the girl that got her period raised her hand and got lots of hugs.
Caryn told them, “I’m happy to say that in Zeus’s file, he screwed up and raped one of the girls in the family that came from my grandmother. That girl had the Angries. I can’t be sure, but I think she may be a half-sister to Ava and her father from the creative ways Zeus learned about pain before the girl got bored and shot him in the head because he stopped doing a good job getting her off with his tongue.”
“So, if our fathers are sterile, and our mothers married into the family, how did we get here?” one of the pre-pubescent girls asked.
I couldn’t resist and said, “When a man and a woman love each other...”
“What’s love got to do with fucking?” the girl asked with a snort.
“About as much as sperm from donors, eggs fertilized in a lab, and all the other ways they tried to get the girls and women pregnant,” a man said as he walked up with boys and men of all ages. “Now that the last of Zeus’s children and their wives have died, we can finally return to take back what has always been ours by blood. With one exception, none of you are our daughters, but some are my granddaughters, sisters, and cousins.”
He handed over DNA records, sealed and certified by three people Caryn trusted. She compared them to the records for those from her family. She looked through them as the women and girls at the table started seeing similarities.
To prove a point, the man whistled. The bobcat that had watched over Ellen appeared from the bushes. It jumped into his arms, rubbed her cheeks against his shoulders, and jumped down. A boy about five got knocked down, and the bobcat ripped his clothes off and then bathed him, much like the other one had done with April. He scratched the bobcat behind the ears like a house cat when he could reach to do it.
Once the bobcat walked off, the man said, “Zeus’s first son grew up with my father and uncles. What you call the Angries is a genetic mutation in our family bloodline for as long as anyone can remember. Zeus’s firstborn, the man said to be Ava’s grandfather, was jealous of my father and uncle’s hunting abilities. Of all the possible names for Zeus’s child, Ares would go hunting with them regularly. He always came up empty or killed something pitiful like a fox or injured wild boar. My father and uncles would bring back all manners of deer, elk, moose, bear, turkeys, and anything else they could find. All their kills were healthy in their prime. Ares was lucky to kill a dying animal stuck in a trap. Zeus didn’t like it and hired people to learn why my father and uncles were adept hunters. One day he found an old hag who told him that my father and uncles were freaks of nature, which is why we could find and kill these prime animals. It made Zeus and Ares furious, so they hatched a plan. They killed or banished all the men who were not Zeus’s children. He was at least smart enough that he couldn’t kill off the women or that would kill the bloodline entirely. My father was one of the few that survived. Zeus got his first blow when he discovered that all his children were sterile. He had already married off the last of the girls from my fathers and uncles, so he was in a bind. Dozens of his bastard sons married daughters from elite families but gave him no grandchildren. My father placed a small piece of uranium in Zeus’s chair to poison that bastard slowly. He fucked his son’s wives and had some success, but radiation had damaged his sperm. All his children, from his daughters-in-law, were born with health issues. None lived past three. Soon he too failed to father any more children.”
One of the boys picked up April and put her in his lap. He held her to him for her to take a nap. She didn’t mind one bit since I was busy.
“Yeah, yeah. You’re three, April. You get bored listening to bedtime stories,” he teased her, but she was already asleep. “We all know that men and women in elite families often find themselves in a bind when it comes to having children. Zeus first tried the staff’s sons. That didn’t work, so he made some business deals that involved the sons of whoever he was doing business with. Zeus would let the men’s sons learn how to please women in exchange for some favorable pricing. The businessman’s sons would be in high demand to marry the best girls and women of the elite families. The women got pregnant regularly but didn’t stay pregnant. My father was always the planner, working through old contacts to provide stud services to Zeus at a premium. Not wanting to let the cat out of the bag, the women went to a secret location, blindfolded, and wore headphones. They went there every month starting a few days after their period for two weeks. It didn’t take long for them to get pregnant. You girls and women carry the family gene that causes what you call the Angries.”
“Why come to us here? What do you want? You can’t have just come here to tell us this out of the goodness of your heart,” one of the women asked. “No one does anything for free. People aren’t kind in our world.”
“You are correct. We came because it is our birthright, and the moron you have running your family has no claim to it. I can’t stand by to see centuries of work undone by someone who carries no blood from our family. He is, and always has been, an imposter. If you want to find yourselves kicked out of the elite families, that is your choice,” he told them. “I am the oldest surviving family member, and you have the DNA records to verify that. Per our family rules, who becomes the next head of our family goes to my oldest to youngest children, born into the family. They have to have a pure bloodline as well. We didn’t know the women we inseminated from how the stud services worked. They were with multiple men and teenage boys during their fertile times. Sadly, I didn’t find out about my daughter until after it was too late. My sisters, daughters, and cousins were never supposed to come to the inseminations, but it appears Zeus and his sons couldn’t even keep that simple requirement. Not that I wouldn’t have enjoyed being intimate with my sisters growing up, but I would never have that thought about my youngest sister. My little sister was a surprise. Mom became pregnant at thirty-nine with my sister. I was born when my mom was twelve. My little sister was a great aunt the day she was born. Those doing the breeding made sure that I was the only one who slept with my sister. Ava and her brother are my children. We all know brothers and sisters have children in our world but aren’t supposed to, and we have seen the pictures that result from that union. In our case, Ava and her father got the family gene from my sister and me.”
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