Cum Master – Book 1

By Ivan the Terror

Codes: mf,inc,mc

 

Chapter 1

 

I was the prototypical 13 year old male.  Horny as all get out.  One Friday after school I was in the bathroom, jacking off to the thought of Melissa, a girl at school.  In school that day she had worn her cheerleader outfit, showing her awesome legs almost all the way to the top.  She had sat next to me in English and I spent the entire class period looking at her legs and sneaking peeks in her cheerleading halter top arm holes at the edge of her perky tit.  One of my two sisters was downstairs practicing her gymnastics and mom was still at work.

I could feel myself about to cum.  Reaching over to grab some T.P. I realized that there wasn’t any on the roll, and there weren’t any towels on the rack!  As I started to spurt I frantically grabbed the water glass from next to the sink and used it to catch my cum.

Putting down the glass I put my cock back in my pants.  I picked up the glass and filled it with water to start to rinse it out.  Suddenly my 11 year old sister burst into the bathroom saying, “I’m thirsty, gimme that glass!”  Before I could stop her she downed the entire glass of cumwater without looking. “Hmm, good.”  She said, and then ran out of the bathroom before I could say anything.

I couldn’t believe it!  She had drunk the glass of water with my cum!  She didn’t know that my cum was in it, but she drank it!  I was instantly hard again and jacked off again, but in the toilet this time, thinking about my sister Susie instead of Melissa.  Thinking about it, Susie was pretty sexy.  She had started to fill out, and was very pretty.

 

wasn’t until later that evening when I noticed something unusual with Susie.  She seemed a little withdrawn as we watched “Sabrina” on TV.  She turned to me and asked, “Tom, could you get me a glass of water?”  Since I was a little guilty about beating my meat over thoughts of her, I went and got a glass of water from the kitchen.  Handing it to her she gulped the whole glass down.  “That glass tasted different.”

I wasn’t about to tell her that the glass that she had had before had been full of my diluted spunk.  I said that the glass before might have been dirty.  She seemed thoughtful, but didn’t say anything.

A few days later Susie fell ill.  She started to get the shakes, her temperature rose to about 103, and she was sore all over.  Mom had to go to work, and my big sister Cassie was 15 so she didn’t give a damn, so I volunteered to stay home from school and look after her.  By 10:00 her temperature had risen to 105 and I was beginning to get worried.  She called me over to her bed and asked, “Tom, could you get me a glass of water?  Not regular water, whatever it was that you gave me before, I liked that.”

What a thing to say to a horny 13 year old!  She liked my spunk!  Figuring it wouldn’t hurt her, and the protein might even help her, I agreed.  Going into the bathroom, I jacked off into the drinking glass (no problem, I was already hard as a rock at the thought) and filled it up the rest of the way with water, mixing the stuff together.  I carried it back and handed it to her.  Eagerly she grabbed it and drank the entire glass.  “Hmm, that’s good!”

Within 15 minutes her fever had broken, and she was back to normal.  ‘What’s going on?’ I thought.  Just to test it I didn’t give her any more “water”, even though she was begging me for it almost constantly.  She was a little hard to resist.  Sure enough, she started to get ill again that Friday, two days later.   I gave in and handed her another glass, which she drank right down.  15 minutes later she was just fine, in fact, she seemed to have extra energy and told me that she felt better than she had ever felt in her life!

Susie’s reaction seemed like some sort of addiction to me.  As her brother I was a little concerned, but as a 13 year old boy I was ecstatic, which greatly outweighed the concern.  Here was a girl who was begging to eat my cum!  She actually liked the flavor.  I decided not to tell her for now where I was getting the “water”.

For the next few weeks I let Susie have a glass of “water” several times a day.  I enjoyed watching her guzzle it down every time.  I also noticed some more changes occurring in my sister.  She spent a lot of time in her room, and when she wandered around the house she started wearing a lot less.  She liked to hang out with me and helped me with my chores.  I wasn’t complaining.

 

Susie couldn’t understand it.  Almost all of her spare time was spent masturbating and daydreaming about her brother Tom.

 

Chapter 2

 

One night Mom and Dad were having me babysit while they went out for a night with their friends.  Cassie was also out with her friends, like usual.  Susie and I were in the living room watching TV when I noticed that she was wearing only her nightshirt.  It had ridden a little high as she lay on the floor and I could see her behind – no panties!  I was instantly hard.  This was a little difficult to hide since all I was wearing was a bathrobe.

As I sat there squirming a little pre-cum appeared on my dick and the scent filled the air.  Susie started sniffing like she was puzzled, then turned to me asking, “Tom, do you have some water for me?  I smell it.”

I was very hard by this point, and my little head was doing the thinking.  I decided to show her where the “water” had come from (no pun intended).

“No Susie, I don’t have any water, but I have something better.  Do you know where I have been getting that water?”

“No.”

“Well, I’ll have to show you, but you have to do as I say.”

Susie eagerly said, “Ok.”

“Susie, come here and sit next to me.”

Susie walked over and sat next to me.  I couldn’t believe how sexy she looked.  “Susie, do you want to play a game?”

A little puzzled, she said, “sure”.

“If you take off your nightshirt, I’ll take off my robe.”

“What does this have to do with my ‘water’?”

“Trust me.”

Wanting to know about the water pretty bad and a little curious anyway, Susie said, “Ok” and pulled her nightshirt over her head.  I quickly removed my robe and sat there nude next to her ripening nubile naked body.

Susie sat and stared at my cock.  For a 13 year old I had a pretty large one, about 7 inches.  “Wow, is that your dick?”  She asked.

I was awestruck at her innocent beauty.  My cock jumped a little and some more pre-cum came out the tip.

“Wow!  What happened?” she asked, nostrils flaring as she smelled it.

“Yes, that is my dick, and that stuff is like your water.  Taste it and see.”

Normally she wouldn’t have done anything like that, but the smell was making her thinking a little fuzzy.  She reached over with the tip of her finger, got some of the pre-cum on it and tasted it.  Apparently in its undiluted form it was a lot more powerful because she suddenly got this blank look on her face.

“Susie?”

“Susie, are you all right?”

“Yessss, better than all right.  I feel wonderful.”  She said this with a slight smile, but in kinda a monotone.  Already knowing about the addictive nature of my cum, I thought that maybe it was sorta hypnotic as well.  I figured that I could easily test this.

“Susie, who is the cutest guy in school?”

“Hmmm, Fred, he’s in my core classes.  He’s a dream.”

“Do you like him?”

“Yes.”

‘Wow!’ I thought.  She wouldn’t have ever told me that otherwise!  “Susie, you will not like any of the boys at school, you will only like me.”

“Ok.”

“You like me so much, that you will do anything I say to keep me happy, right?”

“Yes!”

“You want me to be happy, and will do anything to keep me happy.  When my dick in hard, I am very happy.  So you want to keep my dick hard, right?

“Yes… but how do I keep your dick hard?”

“Several things which I will show you in a minute, Ok?”

“Ok.”

I left several other messages, then told her, “You will now wake up and try to make me happy!”

Susie looked at me with such puppy love, that I was touched.  “Susie, do you want to make me happy?”

“Oh yes, yes, yes.  I will do anything!”  She exclaimed bouncing up and down.  Her tits weren’t big enough to bounce much yet but it was still exciting to watch.  My boner grew another inch.  “Wow!  That is so cool!  But why is it so hard?”  I could see that she was trying to learn how to make and keep me hard.  What a cooperative little girl!

“It is so hard because you are so sexy.  If you want to keep it hard, you need to play with it using your hands and kiss it.”  Susie immediately grabbed my cock and then leaned over and started kissing it all over.  “You notice the taste?  That is where your water comes from!  Suck on my dick, and you will get some.”

Susie eagerly started sucking my dick, sorta like a straw.  “Take it into your mouth as deep as you can.”  She started moving her head down, and managed to get about 4” in her petite little mouth.  It was heaven!  I couldn’t believe the feelings.  “Now move it in and out of your mouth.”  She started bobbing up and down.  It was wonderful.

Predictably, I didn’t last long.  I started cumming, I must have shot a pint into her mouth, and she eagerly slurped it all down, squeezing my dick like a cow’s teat trying to get it all.

Being my first blow job, I didn’t even wilt a bit, staying hard as granite. 

 

Chapter 3

 

I noticed that she had zoned out again.  Looking her over I noticed that her clit was big and hard, protruding from her mons.  Her nipples had grown to almost a full inch.

“Susie, how do you feel?”

“Mmmmmm, wonderful!” she replied breathlessly.

Wanting to reinforce things, I said, “You love me completely, you are not interested in any other guys, in fact they disgust you.  I am the most important guy in the world.  Do you understand?”

“Yes, of course!”

“Your entire purpose in life is to make me happy because you love me so much. You will do ANYTHING I say, because you love me and that is what I want.  Correct?”

“Yes?”  she said questionably.

Afraid I had finally hit some block I asked, “What is wrong with that?”

“Hmmm, how can it be wrong if you said it?”  She replied after thinking for a minute.

Bingo!  Unquestioned love and obedience!  I was in heaven just by her telling me that.  “Well, I can't be wrong of course, but you may have misunderstood, right?”

“Yes.”

“You will never, ever question me again.  I am always right.  Do you understand?”  I said in an angry tone.  I figured that she was in such a suggestive state that this would reinforce things.

“Yes, Tom,” she replied, almost crying with tears in the corner of her eyes.

“Good.  Now wake up, give me a big hug, and cuddle with me.”

She got up and climbed into my lap, facing me.  Wrapping her arms around me she murmured into my chest, “I love you so much, Tom.”

Instantly hard as I felt my dick rub on her pussy, I decided to go for the gold.  I could feel her juices dripping out all over my cock as I lined up my cockhead with her pussy.

“This might hurt for a minute, but then it will feel real good.”  I murmured into her hair.  I rubbed my cock up and down her slit, feeling it get really juicy.  After a minute and several sighs and moans from Susie, I lowered her a bit, popping my dick about an inch into her dripping pussy.

Susie’s eyes got big and she let out a startled, “Oh!”

She didn’t look like it was hurting so I continued to slide in another half inch until I felt her cherry.  I pulled back until I was almost out, then let her entire weight come down.  Her cherry gave way instantly and I was buried all 7 inches in her spasming quim.  It was the most wonderful feeling of my life.  Susie let out anther startled, “Oh!” Then she leaned forward again and hugged me, quivering slightly.

I waited a minute while she adjusted then started slowly moving her ass up and down, stroking my cock in and out.  Susie kept repeating, “Oh!” on every stroke which rapidly changed to “Ugh!” as she began to get more excited and bit her lower lip.  Suddenly she screamed and clamped her cunt muscles on my cock!  It was the last stroke for me (pun intended) and I came and came, pumping more cum than I had ever done into her waiting quim.  She was so tight in spite of her arousal that it remained bottled up against her cervix.  Collapsing against me, she passed out, her pussy still clenching and releasing my penis.

 

Chapter 4

 

As I sat there with my slowly deflating cock buried in the pussy of my 11 year old sister as she recovered, I started thinking.  I had three problems:

 

1.  How to keep my parents from finding out.

2.  How to get Cassie, my older sister.

3.  How to get Melissa, the head cheerleader.

 

Since problems two and three were for the future, I needed to figure out how to keep my parents from finding out about Susie right away.

First thing I had to do was make sure that Susie didn’t let the cat out of the bag.  I called her name, “Susie...  Susie, wake up!”

Without moving she said, “Yes, Tom?”

“We cannot let anyone know about what we just did, do you understand?”

“Of course!  Can you imagine the cow mom and dad would have?”  She replied, giggling.  I got hard again as her giggling vibrated my cock.  I was so relieved at her answer for two reasons, first, she wouldn’t tell anyone, and secondly, I hadn’t hurt her any – she was still Susie.

I gave her a squeeze and said that we had to clean up before mom and dad got home.  We reluctantly got up and opened the windows to let the smell of sex air out.  She was so tight that only a little cum mixed with blood dripped down her leg, the couch was totally clean.

By the time mom and dad came in 45 minutes later, we were dressed, sitting on each end of the couch and the smell had completely diluted.  With my best innocent face I turned and asked how their evening was.  Susie also turned and said, “Did you have fun?”

Mom and Dad made a non-committal noise and said, “Time for bed, you two.”

We made the obligatory whining noises and headed up to bed.  The Master bedroom was on the ground floor and the rest of the bedrooms were upstairs, so us kids had the floor mostly to ourselves.  The guest room was also on the second floor.

As I was climbing into bed, Susie came into my room, butt naked, and without saying anything crossed the room and climbed into my bed with me; snuggling up to me, giving me a big hug, and murmuring, “I love you.”  Needless to say, I was as hard as rock, and since I slept in the buff, I could feel every inch of her against me.

Still sated from our earlier activities, I just lay there and enjoyed having her with me.  Soon we both drifted off to sleep.  It was the most comfortable I have ever been.

 

Chapter 5

 

I awoke at about 4 AM Saturday morning.  I had an idea.  I untangled myself from Susie, and although it was tempting to stay there and play, I headed for Cassie’s room.

Cassie was lying on her bed, still fully clothed.  She must have passed out the second she hit the mattress after her party last night.  She was flat on her back with her mouth hanging open and snoring lightly.  Perfect!

My little head was doing all the thinking at this point.  Since my cum was an instant hypnotic, I started slowly masturbating.  Thinking about getting Cassie and having Susie last night had me ready to go in no time.  I positioned my cockhead in front of her lips, and made the final strokes.  Blam!  I shot a huge load of spunk into her mouth.

Cassie went “Hmmmm” and swallowed the whole load.  She even licked her lips!  Then, with a big smile, she relaxed back again.

“Cassie, can you hear me?”

“Um, hmm.”

Just to make sure she was under, I asked a question she would never answer, “What did you do at your party last night?”

“Well, it was at the Max’s house,” Wow!  Max was a senior and captain of the football team.  “After we danced for an hour or two, we played Truth or Dare.  I got to French Andy, twice!  Once topless!  He is such a dream.  *sigh*.”  Andy was Max’s number one henchman.  I couldn’t listen to any more of this.

“Cassie, from now on all men, except for me, Tom, will disgust you.  Do you understand?”

“Yes.”

“You love me beyond all belief; it is hard to think of anything else except about how much you love me.”

“Ok.”

“Cassie, who do you love?”

“You, of course, silly!”  Ah, music to my ears.

“You will always be horny and want to be around me, doing anything I want.  You love my cock and will always try to be sexy to keep my interest.  Understand?”

“Yes.”

“You will realize that I am so wonderful that I need many girlfriends, but you will only ever need me.”

“I understand.”

“Now go back to sleep, dream of me, and in the morning you will join Susie and me in my room.  Good night.”  With that, I took my nightly piss in the bathroom and then cuddled back up with Susie.

She sighed in her sleep and rubbed her backside up against me, rapidly getting me hard again.  Moving downward, I lined myself up and then slid up, slowly sliding my cock into her pussy.  Leaving it at that, I hugged her up against me and went back to sleep.

 

Cassie woke up a little confused.  The last thing she remembered was Frenching Andy while playing Truth or Dare.  It was so much fun then, but now she was completely disgusted.  She felt ill just thinking about it.  If she was going to French anyone, she must French Tom!  She suddenly realized that she must go be with Tom.  Then she smelled herself.  She couldn’t go to Tom like that!  She hurriedly rushed to the bathroom to clean herself up.  As she passed Tom’s room, she saw him sleeping with Susie and thought, good, someone to help take care of him.

 

I slowly woke up to the most wonderful feeling.  I realized that someone was giving me a very nice blowjob.  What a way to wake up!  Opening my eyes I glanced down and saw Cassie giving me very expert head.  Then I noticed that she was completely in the buff, just like Susie sleeping next to me.  I just laid back and enjoyed it.

With her expert technique, I rapidly came, she rapidly swallowed, not missing a drop.  Looking down again, she was zoned out, slowly licking my semi hard cock slowly.  Like Susie, I wanted to reinforce a little.

“Cassie!”

“Yes, Tom?”

“Who do you love?”

“You, of course!”

“How do you feel right now?”

“Wonderful!”

“You know that it’s all because of me, don’t you?”

“Yes.”

“And you must always come to me to feel good like this?”

“Of course.”

“And you have to keep me happy so I can keep you happy, right?”

“Right.”

“So your entire purpose for existing is to keep me happy isn’t it?”

“Of course!”

“That is very good.”

She surprised me when she suddenly convulsed, bit her lower lip and exclaimed, “Oh, Thank you!”  I immediately got hard again as her bare breasts quivered.

I pulled her forward on top of me.  She lined herself up and sank down to the hilt.  She surprised me again by immediately orgasming again, then again and again.  She collapsed up against me, still cumming every few seconds and twitching, completely unconscious.  I came hard, filling her exhausted quim with man juice.

Exhausted myself, I slid out from under her, gave her and Susie a nice French kiss each before heading to the bathroom.  Half an hour later, as I was eating breakfast, the two of them rushed into the kitchen.  Mom was there doing something, so they tried to act normal, getting their cereal and sitting down for breakfast.  The two of them kept fidgeting and glancing over at me, it was a wonder that mom didn’t detect something weird.

After finishing our cereal, we stampeded back upstairs.  When we got to my room, they immediately got a little shy, standing there next to each other, shuffling their feet, looking down.

Looking them over, I said, “Why don’t you get rid of those clothes and then come over here and undress me too?”

They immediately pulled off their clothes.  Very very nice.  They rushed over and started pulling off my clothes.  Two fabulously beautiful naked girls undressing me, talk about a wet dream.

I bent them both over the edge of the bed.  Lining up behind Susie, I slid in and slowly fucked her and she gathered the bedspread up in her fists and bit her lip.  She came and collapsed.  I slid into Cassie and stroked until we both came, filling up her perfect quim with my man juice as she collapsed next to her sister.

Watching their two backsides with the cream dripping out of Cassie’s pussy gave me an idea.  I needed to test how long my spunk was potent once I shot it.  I went to the bathroom, got the glass, went back to my room, and, even though I had just filled Cassie, the sight of their two dripping pussies made me hard again.  I jacked off until I had shot a few squirts of cum into the glass.  Then I put the glass up on the shelf above my desk where no one would see it.

Knowing that I would get in trouble if I didn’t do my chores, I went downstairs and started mowing the lawn.  About ten minutes later Susie and Cassie came out and sat on the back step, watching me.  I stopped for a moment and asked, “Why don’t you two grab the trimmers and get around the edges?”  The two of them immediately jumped up and ran for the garage to get the trimmers.  Nice having properly obedient siblings, heh.

After finishing the yard, I went back upstairs, the two of them following like duckings.  I sat them down next to me and slid my hands onto their bellies.  I couldn’t go any higher because their t-shirt was too tight. “Girls, we need to do something about this.”  I said, indicating that I couldn’t reach their beautiful teenage breasts.  Both of them immediately peeled off their tops.

“While this wasn’t what I meant, this is nice too,” I commented as I played with their erect nips.  “You need to wear either a cutoff t-shirt or a handkerchief top whenever you can.  Also a mini-skirt with nothing under it.  I love having my girls showing off, I am proud to own such cute girls.”  Combined with the praise and my pinching their nips, the two of them had an orgasm, sighing and collapsing up against me.

That evening as we cuddled and watched TV, I made plans for Monday.  That evening as we headed for bed, I retrieved the glass, handed it to Cassie, and said, “Use your finger and eat this.”

She immediately scooped it up and slobbered it all down, exclaiming, “Yum!”  Then she got the usual zoned-out look.  Good, it would still work after a few hours.  My plan for Melissa was coming together.  While Cassie was standing there staring off into space, I had Susie lay on the bed and pull her knees up.  Ramming home, I fucked her until she passed out from multiple orgasms, then continued to fuck her until I came myself, giving her a good cream pie.  By then, Cassie had come out of her trance and was licking my balls as I rammed in and out of Susie so it was pretty intense.  I rolled off of her and pulled Cassie on top of me and fell asleep.

The next morning I gave Cassie a pussy full, then we got to work.  We talked mom into taking us to the mall where we purchased five small boxes of vanilla crème chocolates.  After she picked us up, she went out to some church event leaving us alone for the afternoon.  We cut all the chocolates in two of the boxes in half and scooped out half of the crème.  Then I had the two of them jack me off into a bowl.  I had to stop them from stealing all the cum themselves.  As they licked their fingers, I took a spoon and filled up the chocolate halves with cum.  I had the girls put the halves together and use a small warm knife to smooth out the chocolate so that they looked untouched.  I took the best of the bunch and filled one box, wrapped it in cellophane and put it in the fridge.  The girls eagerly ate the rest, zoning out after each chocolate.  I could see their hard nipples poking though their cut off t-shirts. 

Just for fun after they had eaten the third chocolate apiece, I said, “Who owns you?”

They both replied, “You do!”

“Who is the most important person ever?”

“You are!”

“Who is more important than even god?”

“You are!”

“Who do you pray to and worship?”

“You, of course!”  Wow, in perfect synchronization!

“Who is the only guy who will ever touch your pussies?”

“You are!”

“Who is proud of his pretty possessions, so you must show off for him?”

“You are!”

“For whom do you ache with need whenever you are not around?”

“You!”

“What is my name?”

“Master Tom!”

“That is correct!  I am proud of you girls.”  I enjoyed it as they both came, gasping with delight.

By the time mom got home an hour later, we had cleaned up and were playing a game of Risk in the living room.  We had a normal dinner, watched TV until 10, then went to bed and cuddled together until we all fell asleep.

 

Chapter 6

 

Monday morning we all got up when the alarm went off, although Cassie had to get going fast, her bus was leaving right away, mine half an hour later, and Susie’s bus a half hour after that.

I carefully packed the chocolates into my book bag, then left for school, Susie looking forlorn at the door.  As I climbed onto the school bus, I reigned in my ego, I felt so powerful it scared me.  I could see my target, Melissa, sitting in the back of the bus with several other cheerleaders, showing off but otherwise turning their noses up at everyone else.  I knew that she would never accept them outright, so I would have to give them to her anonymously, and get her hooked like Susie.

When we got to school, I waited until she had left her locker and gone to homeroom.  I had watched her closely and knew her combination, so I quickly opened her locker with the Brad Pitt and Jonas Brothers posters inside and left the box of chocolates on the top shelf.  I knew she liked them because I had seen her eating them before.

I shared a class with her third period.  I noticed that she had the box!  Then she did something that completely shocked me, she and two of her cheerleader friends were scarfing down the chocolates!  Since it was Home Economics class, I went over and said, “Good chocolates, huh?”

All three of them muttered distractedly, “Um, hum.”

I wanted to do some suggestion here, but there were too many other people around, so I said, “I left those for you, when you want more, come see me.”  They all said, “Harrumph!” and ignored me while eating another one, so I went back to my ‘kitchen’ and started the batch of cookies we were supposed to be making.

I noticed that they finished the box of chocolates by the end of the period and never did get started on the batch of cookies.  Mine turned out pretty good.

I also shared math with one of the cheerleaders, Mandy, for seventh period.  She came up to me and said, “How dare you claim to have left those chocolates, Frank told us how he left them.”  She snorted in disgust.  Frank was the head jock of the school.

Shocked, but totally unsurprised, I said, “Those were specially made chocolates, I made them myself.  If Frank can get them, let him try.”

She snorted again and went to her seat.  I figured that they would figure it out pretty quickly that Frank was lying.  Just like the bastard to try to steal the credit for the chocolates.

The next day, Melissa was sharing what appeared to be an identical box of chocolates with her cohorts.  They all took one bite, then spit them out.  The three of them started talking among themselves, occasionally glancing my way.  They seemed to be arguing, Melissa finally gave me a dirty look, stomped her foot, said something, then turned away.  The other two gave me a glance, then hung their heads and started the cooking project.

I guess Melissa the Bitch was being stubborn.  I didn’t mind, by tomorrow the craving will be almost impossible to resist.  I was going to have to do some serious work on her personality.

Seventh period Math, Mandy sat next to me.  She said, “Melissa said not to talk to you, but I would really like some more chocolates.”

I replied, “Since you were nice enough to ask, stop by my locker, #173, before classes tomorrow.”

“Don’t you have any with you?”

“Sorry, I have to make them tonight.”

“Okay, I will see you tomorrow.”  Then she reluctantly said, “Thanks.”

That evening, Cassie had a gymnastics meet, so Susie and I made the remaining three boxes of chocolates.  Not one spoiled, but I let Susie blow me so she got a nice mouthful anyway.

The next morning I took two boxes to school.  Mandy was waiting.  She looked really rough, pale, sweating, and her hand shook as she held it out, “P-Please, Tom, I-I need some c-chocolates, bad.”

I scrounged one box out of my pack and handed it to her.  She immediately ripped it open and shoved three chocolates into her mouth.  I could see the changes almost immediately, her skin flushed out, she stopped shaking and a beatific smile appeared on her face.

Glancing around to make sure nobody was within hearing range I said, “Who is the one with what you need?”

“You are, of course.”

“What would happen if you didn’t get what you need and you died?”  Horribly redundant sentence, but I wanted to suggest the answer to her.

“I would die.”

“So I am the one who controls your life, aren’t I?”

“Yes...”

“So I own you.”

“Yes.”

“Since I own you, you must love me.”

“Oh, yes.”

“I am the most wonderful master possible.  You ache for me whenever you are not around me.  I am the purpose for your existence.  You love me so much it hurts.  Your pussy drips with need every time you think of me.  Do you understand?”

“Yes.”

“You are happy to do anything I ask, aren’t you?”

“Yes.”

“I cannot be wrong, can I?”

“No.”

“You will not allow any other guys except me to touch your pussy since I own you, the very concept of other guys touching you will be disgusting to you.  Do you understand?”

“Yes.”

“Now go, let Traci (the other cheerleader) have some of the chocolates if you see her, but do NOT let Melissa have any.  Make sure you eat all of them before you see Melissa.  If you give some to Traci, after she eats one, explain to her how great I am and how much she must love me too.  Go to homeroom now.”

She turned and headed for homeroom.  I couldn’t resist and reached over, under her cheerleading skirt, and gave her butt cheek a squeeze.  She closed her eyes and sighed but kept going.

I grinned, gathered my books, and headed to my homeroom.

 

Chapter 7

 

Third period, both Mandy and Traci bounced over to my table.  I could see Melissa, pale and shaking, back at their kitchenette giving them dirty looks.  As the two of them giggled and then stood with their heads bowed before me, I said, “Well Traci, it looks like you got a chocolate or two.”

Traci replied, “Yes, Master.  Mandy and I share homeroom.”

“When do you two finish cheerleading practice?”

“We finish at four thirty then take the activity buses home at five.”

“Would you get in trouble if you called your parents and told them that you were going to a friend’s house for the evening then took the activity bus there?”

“No.”

“No.  We do it all time.”

“I will stay after and watch your practice, and then you can take the activity bus #12 home with me.  I live at 13 Hanson Ave.  See you later.”  I reached out and gave each of their hands a squeeze and gave them a big smile.  The two of them practically melted on the spot.  “Oh, and tell Melissa that I am still waiting for her to ask for a chocolate.  And also tell Frank, the lying bastard, to go to hell.  Now scoot back to your kitchenette before you get in trouble.”

Apparently, Mandy and Traci texted all their friends, or someone saw us and did the same, or both, because the word was out that I was talking to cheerleaders by fifth period.  A friend of mine, George, head of the AV club, said, “I hear that you are going out with cheerleaders now.”

“Yup.”

“Harrumph, yeah, right.”  He turned away and went back to his table.  I didn’t blame him, I wouldn’t have believed it either.

Seventh period, Mandy ran over and made sure she got the chair next to me.  I couldn’t resist and stroked her bare thigh all through class.  I would bet that she didn’t hear a word the teacher said.  She just leaned back in her chair and sighed over and over, letting out an occasional light “oh” when I brushed against her panties.  She was beet red and gasping by the end of class, I tweaked her clit and she let out a loud moan and collapsed in her chair, obviously having an orgasm.  A few of the other kids turned and gave her a funny look, but then the bell rang and everyone was running for their activities or busses.

I smiled at Mandy, said, “See you at practice”, then left for my locker.  I put everything except for the box of chocolates into the locker, and then headed for the gym.  It was a lousy day outside so I figured that they would be practicing indoors.

I was right, the cheerleading squad was in the gym, practicing right in front of the bleachers.  I sat down a few rows back from their coach.  Mandy and Traci were whispering to each other and they gave me shy little waves.  They seemed to have boundless energy and were able to jump higher and were more precise than any of the other cheerleaders, especially Melissa. 

Normally Melissa was the queen of the cheerleaders, but today she was in pretty rough shape.  She kept collapsing and panting, she was out of sync, and she was really pale and sweating.  Finally the coach told the cheerleaders to jog around the gym a few times and he called over Melissa who stood there with her hands on her knees, gasping.  “What is going on Melissa?  Do you feel okay?”

She straightened up and said, “I feel fine, coach!”  Then she collapsed.  The coach yelled over to another coach near the wall phone and told him to call for the school nurse.  It turned out that the nurse left at the end of the school day, so they called for an ambulance.  The rest of the cheerleaders sat down in the stands, Mandy and Traci sitting next to me.

I said so only Mandy and Traci could hear, “She really needs one of my chocolates.  Could you two go with her, and when she is alone, make sure that she gets one?  If she is unconscious, break it open and get the filling into her mouth.  Make sure no one sees you.  Do you two understand?”

“Yes, Master,” they both said.

I handed each of them a chocolate wrapped in notebook paper which they both tucked into their top.  (Very interesting! I wonder what else is in there?)  “Once she eats the chocolate, try to make sure nobody talks to her for several minutes.  Tell her to wake up after she eats it.”

“You are both really brave to do this and I am proud of both of you.”  They both grunted in minor orgasms at the praise.  “Now go and be with your friend.”  They scrambled down the bleachers to the side of the coach and each took one of Melissa’s hands.  He glanced at them, but didn’t say anything.  A minute later the ambulance arrived and took Melissa.  Melissa wouldn’t let go of Mandy and Traci’s hands so they were allowed to go with her.

The excitement over, people started getting up.  I had a box with six chocolates left.  I had to use them or throw them away, they were already nine hours out of the fridge.  There was only one other cheerleader who was hot enough for me – actually I wouldn’t kick any of them out of bed, but I had limited supplies, so to speak, so I couldn’t take care of too many more girls.  So as we were leaving, I went up to Amanda and held out the box, “Want a chocolate?”

She looked at it and said, “Are these the chocolates that I have been hearing about?”

“Yeah.”

She grabbed one and popped it in her mouth.  “Yum!” Then she took a looked at me and said, “Who are you anyway?”  Before I could say anything, she got the smile and blank face. 

As we were surrounded by cheerleaders, I leaned over and whispered in her ear, “Slave Amanda, I am Master Tom, the guy you love beyond all belief and who is your new owner.  Come see me tomorrow for more chocolates.  Wake up now.”

She blinked and the crowd carried her out of the gym.  I dumped the rest of the box into the trash can by the door.  I took the activity bus home alone, wondering how Melissa was doing.  She was one amazingly stubborn girl.

As Cassie, Susie and I played that evening, I mentioned that I had two new Slave sisters for them, and two more were in the works.  They were all happy and bouncy at the idea.  After leaving each of them with a nice belly full of cum, we all fell asleep.

 

Chapter 8

 

The next morning Mandy and Traci were waiting at my locker.

“How is Melissa?”

Mandy answered, “We got to the hospital and they took her into emergency.  We weren’t able to see her for several hours.  After they determined that it wasn’t viral, they let us in to see her.  She was really sick, her temperature was over 105, and they had her iced down to keep her temperature from getting too high.  We waited until her mother left to use the bathroom, then we did as you said, we broke both chocolates open and gave her the filling.  It was a miracle!  She woke up almost immediately, said she was cold, and jumped out of the bed.  All the monitor alarms were going off and the doctors rushed into the room.  She told them that she felt great, but they spent the next few hours poking and prodding her.  Her mother drove us home.  Melissa will be in later this morning, they wanted to keep her overnight for observation.”

I said, “Well, I hope she is smart enough to come to me for a chocolate now.”  I took two chocolates out of the box in my pack (the last box, I needed to make more), and handed one to each of them.  The eagerly grabbed one each and ate them with a look of pure bliss on their faces.

As their fix took control of them, I said, “Who owns you?”

In chorus they replied, “You do!”

“Who do you love more than anything?”

“You!”

“Who am I?”

“Master Tom!”

“Can you disobey me?”

“No!”

“You want to do anything I tell you to do and you will happily do it, won’t you?”

“Yes!”

“You love your Slave sisters and want to be with them and me at all times possible, don’t you?”

“Yes.”  Not as enthusiastic, but it will work.

“Good, now give me a kiss and get to homeroom.”

Mandy swarmed into my arms and gave me a big kiss with heavy tongue use.  Not to be outdone, Traci did the same, then the two of them skipped off giggling and whispering with each other, both of them giving me a hot look before going around the corner.

Third period, the two were arguing with Melissa.  Finally they grabbed her arms and marched her over to me.  Traci said, “Melissa, don’t be stupid, ask him for some chocolates!”

“No, I will not!  He is a fucking geek!  There is no way I will ask him for anything!”

Mandy said, “You want to end up back in the hospital?  I swear, Traci and I will not give you another chocolate this time!  You won’t live past Sunday!  Did you even look at your charts?  It said you were in a coma and that brain activity was approaching zero!”

“I don’t believe that!  You two get away from me!”  She stomped back to her kitchenette.

I said, “She is in denial.  Another day away from her master and she will fall ill again.  Maybe she will start thinking then.  Anyway girls, I will see you at practice again today.  I want to see you and your other new sister Amanda practice.”

Traci exclaimed, “Ohh, Amanda is one of our sisters, cool!  I have class with her next period, I will talk it over with her.”

I pulled out three chocolates, handed one to Mandy, one to Traci, and wrapped one and handed it to Traci.  “These are for you.  Traci, Amanda may not understand everything yet, so give the wrapped one to Amanda and after she eats it, tell her all about me and her place in the world.  Okay?”

“Sure!” she said while gobbling her chocolate.

“Now Ms. Foster is looking this way, so you two get back to your kitchenette and get to work.  I feel sorry for your sister Melissa, she doesn’t understand her place yet.  You should pity her too.”  The two of them went back to their kitchenette and started their project.

Melissa ignored me in fifth period English, like usual.

Seventh period I stroked Mandy’s thigh through the whole period again, stopping short of bringing her off this time.

Watching cheerleading practice was fun.  I got little waves from Amanda as well as Mandy and Traci.  Melissa was only one day out so she was in prime form, with the enhanced physical abilities that all my girls have.  The coach was ecstatic, half of his squad were jumping higher, synchronizing perfectly, and not wearing out.

Suddenly I heard a voice next to me, “What do you think you are doing?”

I looked up and Frank was standing there.  I noticed that Melissa had a big smirk on her face.  I answered, “I am sitting here watching my girlfriends, why?”

Not the answer he was expecting.  He plowed on anyway.  “I will teach you to ogle the cheerleaders.  You should know better than to give your betters chocolates!”  He wound up and swung at me.  By this time the cheer coach had noticed and was turned around, watching. 

Without even thinking about it I caught Frank’s fist.  That pissed him off even worse.  He swung the other fist, I caught that one as well.  I stood there easily holding both of Frank’s fists away from me.  I was very surprised, I guess the enhanced physical abilities worked for me too.  The cheerleading coach’s jaw dropped for a second, then he yelled, “Frank Smith, what the hell do you think you are doing?  Get down here and I am calling the principal!” 

Frank sort of shrunk in on himself, whining about how it wasn’t his fault.  The coach marched him over to the phone and called the principal.  A minute later the principal came in.  He listened to Frank, the coach, then came over to me.

“Mr. Johnson, will you please tell me what happened?”

“Sure.  I was sitting here watching some girls I know, when Frank came up to me and tried to punch me!  I don’t even know the guy except for reputation.”  I wasn’t about to tell him that Melissa had sicced him on me for the crime of talking to cheerleaders.

“Frank says that you gave some of the girls some chocolates?”

“Yeah?”

“Why?”

“Why not?  Why does any guy give a girl chocolates?”

He grinned and said, “Good point.”  He turned and went back to where Frank was sitting and said in a loud voice, “You are coming with me.”  Then he led Frank out of the gym.  Melissa was staring me daggers. 

The cheer coach turned back to the squad and told them to get back to work.  He then turned to me and said, “Hey kid, have you ever thought about going out for sports?”

“Not really.”

“Stopping Frank like that, I think you may have the aptitude.  Come with me.”  He led me down to the gym floor.  “You said that you knew some of the girls, pick one.”

“Traci.”

He was a little surprised at that, but he said, “Traci, come here.”  She trotted over.  “Kid, grab her at the waist and lift her up.”

I turned to Traci, put one hand on each of her hips, and lifted.  She easily went up and over my head.  It was a bit tough to balance her, but I held her for a bit until the coach said, “Okay, put her down now.”  I lowered her until she was in my arms then put her down with a quick kiss.

“Kid, what’s your name?”

“Tom, sir.”

“Tom, how would you like to be on the squad?”  Half the squad gasped, the other half, my half, just grinned, Melissa’s jaw dropped.

“Sir, I would, but I need to check with my parents first.  Can I give you my answer tomorrow?”

“Of course, of course.”  I could already see wheels spinning in his mind.  To get a male cheerleader is a cheer squad’s dream, they have the strength to do many stunts that are not otherwise possible.  Yes, I have seen the “Bring it on” series.

I knew that my mom and dad had old fashioned ideas in this area, so I immediately started planning on how to convince them.  I needed to talk to Cassie.  She was a gymnast, she might have some ideas.

I had another problem.  I was out of chocolates.  I threw the remainder into the trash on my way out of the gym again.  As I left the gym, I was swarmed by cheerleaders.  I don’t think I have heard as many “OMG”s before or since.  Suddenly the coach came running up and shoved a paper at me.  “Get your parents to sign this permission slip.”  I took it and put it in my pocket.

We all had to run then because the activity buses pulled up.  Amanda, Mandy, and Traci climbed on board with me.  I realized that this was a perfect excuse for them to be at my house – practice!  I love it when a plan comes together.

We got to my house and swarmed in.  My mom wouldn’t be home for about 20 minutes, so we all rushed upstairs to Cassie’s room.  (Well, I rushed and my ducklings followed.)

Cassie was doing her homework.  When she heard that I was joining the cheer squad, she was ecstatic.  We could practice together at the gym.  She eagerly greeted all the cheerleaders, many suggestions on the sisterhood of my slave girls smoothed that out.  Susie wandered in and was greeted like a long lost sibling as well.

We all sat down and started brainstorming.  Susie and Cassie agreed with me that Mom and Dad would be very old fashioned about allowing me to be a cheerleader.  I wasn’t worried about Dad really, I knew what to say to him, it was Mom.  She had actually been a cheerleader and thought that cheerleading was still like it was back in the 80s.  I needn’t have worried.  When Mom got home she came upstairs and poked her head in the door.  We weren’t doing anything, so we left it open.  She looked at all the girls, including Susie and Cassie gazing adoringly at me, sighed and said, “Tom, could I speak to you for a moment?”

I came out into the hall.  To my surprise she shut the door.  “Tom, I see that you inherited the family gift.”

I must have looked surprised because she said, “I don’t know the details, but it has been passed down for centuries from father to son.  My father only had girls, so I thought the gift or curse was gone.”

I thought about my Grandpa Joe.  I guess that explains the several women living in his house.  I was surprised that there weren’t more.  Mom interrupted my thoughts by saying, “I am calling him right now.  You need to talk to him.”

While my mom was distracted I put in my plug, “Mom, I have it under control.  Also, I am joining the cheerleading squad.”

“Whatever, honey,” she said distractedly as she dialed her phone.  Soon she was chatting away with grandpa.  I went back into the room.

“I have to go somewhere girls, so I have to see you all tomorrow.  Cassie, could you talk dad into taking you to the mall to pick up more chocolates?  And could you prepare them for my special filling afterwards?  Also take the girls home?  Maybe we should plan a sleepover tomorrow night?”

The girls all looked disappointed, but perked up when I mentioned the sleepover idea.  Cassie said, “Sure, dad’s a pushover.”

I gave each of them a nice deep kiss and a butt squeeze then I left.  Mom drove me over to Grandpa’s house.  He was waiting for me and led me into his den.  “Tom, your mother tells me that you have the family gift.”

“If you mean the one with girls, yeah I guess I do.”

“Which version?  There are two.  The automatic patterning, or the addiction?”

“I seem to have the addiction tied in with some sort of hypnotic trance.”

“Hypnotic trance?  That is different, I only have the addiction.  How does that work?”

“After ingestion, the girl goes into a trance and can be told anything.”

“That would be useful!  I wish I had that part.  Anyways, I am supposed to give you ‘The Speech’.”  He grinned, “I have never given this speech, all my kids were girls.  I actually simplified it a bit a few years back.”

“Ah, hem.  ‘With great power comes great responsibility.’”

I goggled at him, “Spiderman?  Are you kidding?”

“No, there was a nice long speech, but it boiled down to that.  You could make every girl in this city your slave, but could you maintain them?  No.  You are probably going to be a father in a year or two.  Think about that.  The only thing I have to add to all this is that a girl doesn’t need as much after a while, that you can eventually get her down to once or twice a month.  Your grandmothers are lucky to be alive, at their age they couldn’t survive withdrawal.  Thank god for Viagra.”

“Survive withdrawal?  The one girl who tried to get through withdrawal ended up in a near brain dead coma.  Fortunately, one of my other girls was able to get a sample to her, and she instantly recovered.”

“Seems that you are unusually potent.  I don’t know what that will do for the long term effects, but I wouldn’t try letting any girl go through withdrawal any time soon.”

“Oh great, I guess I have an entourage unless I fill a few cups and stick ‘em in the fridge.  I have already done that, by the way.”

“Another good idea I never thought of! You are full of good ideas.  Has to be your modern upbringing.  I will have to try that.”  He grinned.

“Not all my ideas are great,” I started.

“What do you mean?”

“Susie accidentally took a dose; that is how I found out.”

“I am not surprised.  After all, Susan, who Susie is named after, is my sister.”  Susan is one of Grandpa’s harem.  “Your mother is probably the only female in our family for centuries that isn’t under control.”

“Wow, really?  That is a relief.  I was feeling a bit guilty.”

“That is good, it shows that you were raised with more ethics than many of the men of the family have been.  Must be your father’s influence.  By the way, he doesn’t know about this, and it may not be a good idea to tell him.”

“I wasn’t planning on it.  Which reminds me, I need to get home to talk to him about something else.  Is it okay if I talk to you later about this?”

“Yes.  I have actually written up everything I know about the family history, but it is stashed away somewhere.  I will dig it out for you to read.”

“Sounds good.  Talk to you later, Grandpa.”  I left and Mom was waiting in the front hallway.  Without a word, we left.  As we drove back to our house, she said, “You will have to introduce me to your girls, I suspect that they will be around for a long time.”

I hadn’t even thought about that.  “Mom, you’re right.  They will all be over on Friday night.  I’ll introduce them then.”

“Okay.  Now what was this about Cheerleading?”

“I told you, I joined the cheerleading squad.”

“Since when are boys cheerleaders?”

“Since about fifteen years ago.  Cheerleading is not like it was in the 80s, it is more like a gymnastics event these days.”

She looked skeptical.  “We will see what your father says.”

My dad was sitting in the living room reading the paper when we got home.  Mom said, “Talk to your son, he wants to join the cheerleading squad.”  Then she went off to the kitchen to make a late dinner.

“Cheerleading?” My dad asked.

“Yeah, it’s not like it used to be, there are a lot of gymnastics involved.”

“Um, hum.”  I recognized the ‘I have to figure out something to say here, he is bonkers’ sound.

“Also, I get to meet a lot of girls this way.”

He started to chuckle, “ ‘not like it used to be’, huh?  Is that like, ‘I read it only for the articles’?  If you really want to, son, I don’t see what it will hurt, but won’t being on the squad get you heckled a lot?”

“Not as much as in the past.  Besides, three of my girlfriends are on the squad.”

“Three cheerleaders?  Pretty high maintenance, son.  Hope you know what you are doing.”  He started chuckling again, muttering, “three cheerleaders” as he picked up his paper.  Before he could change his mind, I passed him the permission slip and he signed it.

After a quick dinner of leftovers, I went up had fun with the girls, filling the chocolates, another five boxes worth.  Toward the end the girls were getting giggly, so we really only ended up with four boxes.  After stashing them in the fridge, the two of them finished off the ‘imperfects’.  I had beaten my meat dry, so we just cuddled and went to sleep.

 

Chapter 9

 

The next day, I gave Amanda, Traci, and Mandy their morning chocolate and enjoyed watching them as they ate their daily fix.  I did one command, reinforcing, “Who owns you body and soul?”

A chorus of “You do!” bolstered my ego a bit.  I got a kiss from each of them as I sent them off to homeroom, happy as can be.

Third period I could see that Melissa had the shakes again.  Again she was marched over to my kitchenette by Mandy and Terri.  This time she had finally broken, her head was bowed and she was muttering.  I looked at her and said, “What was that?  I can’t hear you.”

“You win, I need a chocolate.  I don’t want to end up in the hospital again.”

I reached into my pack and pulled out three chocolates and handed them to the three cheerleaders.  All three eagerly ate their chocolates.  I immediately sent Mandy and Traci back to their kitchenette to do their assignment.  Melissa’s color returned and her hands stopped shaking.  To make sure I handed her another and told her to eat it, which she eagerly did.  I told the teacher Ms. Foster that Melissa was helping me today since I didn’t have a partner. 

Ms. Foster knew from Coach Stevens excited talk that morning that I was a new cheerleader and since Melissa was the head cheerleader, she figured that Melissa and I needed to talk.  We did, but not about cheerleading.

“Slave Melissa, who had the chocolates that you need?”

“You do!”

“Slave Melissa, who has complete control of whether you live or die?”  Then I auto-suggested an answer as she frowned, “Complete control over if you get what you need to live?”

“You do!”

“Who has complete control of whether you live or die?” I asked again.

“You do!”

“Since I have complete control over you, you must be owned by me.  Correct?”

“Yes.”

“Who is your owner, Slave Melissa?”

“You are!”

“And as my possession, you must do anything and everything I tell you to do, right?”

“Yes!”

“And you know I am a wonderful owner, and because of that you love me beyond all belief, correct, Slave Melissa?”

“Oh, yes!”

“Here, have another chocolate.”  I was doing the assignment as we talked, but I wanted to keep her under for our conversation.  I gave her another chocolate.  After she scarfed it down with a look of bliss, I continued.  “You ache with need and desire for me, don’t you?”

She bit her lip, shivered, and said, “Dammit, I sure do!”

“Who owns you?”

“You do!”

“So who owns your pussy?”

“You do!”

“What is your fuckable and pleasure giving pussy for, Slave Melissa?”

“For fucking and giving pleasure.”

“For fucking and giving pleasure to who?”

“You, of course!”

“Obeying me, the master that you love, is the most pleasurable and wonderful thing you can do, isn’t it, Slave Melissa?”

“Oh, yes!”

“In fact, it is impossible to disobey me, isn’t it, Slave Melissa?”

“Oh, yes, of course it is!”

“My every whim is what you want to do, isn’t it, Slave Melissa?”

“Yes!”

“There is no right or wrong, only what I want you to do and what I don’t want you to do, correct, Slave Melissa?”

“Yes.”

“Here, eat another chocolate.”  She eagerly gobbled down another, staying in her trance.

“I am the most important person ever, more important than Jesus or God.  Since you worship me, who do you worship?”

“You!”

Now for some training.  “Who is important, besides me of course?”

She frowned for a second, then said, “Cheerleaders and people good at sports.”

“Wrong answer!  You are owned by me, so who I think is important is who you think is important!”  She started crying.  “Now tell me who is important?”

“Whomever you think is important!”  She sobbed out.

“Good answer!”  That cheered her up a bit.  “Who does your heart and soul belong to?”

“You!”

“Good answer!”  She practically wet her pants with happiness at the praise.

“Now, you know that I am a nice person and like nice people, so who do I think is important?”

“Nice people?”

“Good answer!”  She bit her lip and had a small orgasm at the praise. “So who should you be nice to?”

“Nice people!”

“Good answer!”  She bit her lip and groaned again. “So who should you be nasty to?”

“Nasty people!”

“Another Good answer!”  She groaned again.  “So when you meet someone, how should you treat them?”

She thought for a second, then said, “Like how they treat others?”

“Very very good answer!  I am proud of you.”  She bit her lip, moaned, and practically fell off the stool.  “Here, have another chocolate.”  She quickly ate it.

“Since I love your Slave sisters, who do you love besides me?”

“My Slave sisters!”

“Since I believe family is important, almost as important as your Slave sisters, do you think family is important?”

“Yes, of course!”

“I think that being mean is very bad, so I think that if a family member is mean to another, you need to tell me so I can tell you what to think about it, so what do you do when a family member is mean?”

“Tell you about it, so you can tell me what to do and think about it.”

“You know that I don’t mean minor things, like if a brother picks on a sister, but major things, like if a person is abused or forced to do things.  Since I like my Slave girls to be good people, I want them to be good and help people in trouble, even themselves.  Do you understand?”

“Yes.”

I pulled my cookies out of the oven.  “Then wake up.”

We were making peanut butter cookies and they looked pretty good.  I put them on the counter to cool off and cleaned up.  I let Melissa sit there thinking.  Her worldview had just changed radically so I am sure a lot was going on in her head.  The last thing she would remember is asking for the chocolate, then suddenly she loved me and didn’t want to be a bitch anymore!  She suddenly said, “Wow, those are some chocolates!”  And then she grinned at me.  That was the first smile I had ever seen on her face.  It was like morning.

I grinned back and said, “You have no idea.  Now that you have accepted that you belong to me, you are invited to the slumber party at my house tonight.  I will show you what my secret ingredient is tonight at the party.  Have a cookie?”  I gestured at the cookies.  She grabbed one.

“Slave Melissa, I will see you fifth period, and of course, for practice after school.”  Then the bell rang.  I gave one cookie to the teacher, then took the rest with me and left for third period.

Fifth period, I stroked Melissa’s leg under the table, much to her delight.  Then I did the same with Mandy seventh period.  I had four chocolates left in the box, so I gave them to my four cheerleaders before practice.  I didn’t tell them anything, just to wake up and get to practice.

The coach tried to keep a straight face, but I could see the suppressed happy grin when I handed him the permission slip.

Then some of the hardest work I had ever done started.  The coach had the other gym teacher helping me, teaching me to tumble.  It took the whole practice, but by the end of it I could do the hand flips.  I think both coaches went into shock when they saw me flipping end over end across the gym.  The teacher came up to me and asked, “Are you sure that you have never done this before?”

“No, this is the first time.  I usually avoid gym class.”

I didn’t know it at the time, but that response created a complete revision of the gym class curriculum. 

As practice let out, I wasn’t sweaty at all.  I noticed that my girls weren’t either.  At this point my only worry was that with a drug test, someone might think me or my girls were on steroids or something.  I knew that it couldn’t actually be steroids since my manhood didn’t shrivel, if anything it was getting larger.  We would just have to see what was going on when the time came.

I told the girls to get dropped off around seven and to tell their parents that they were having the slumber party with their friend Cassie who was going to help with their tumbling.  They would go directly to the game tomorrow and spend Saturday night as well, and to pick them up at noon Sunday.  Kind of a mini cheer camp.  They all loved the idea, squealing and jumping around.  I was hard as a rock at the sight.  Wow.  They all dashed away for the busses and I was left hanging.  Crap!

I headed for home.

 

Chapter 10

 

Fortunately, Cassie had thought ahead and had gotten permission to have some friends over for a weekend sleepover.  I gave her a big hug and told her how proud I was of her forethought.  She nearly passed out from the resulting orgasm.

Cassie and Susie were really excited about having their slave sisters over.  They had hauled out sleeping bags (although we figured we wouldn’t need them, but we had to keep up appearances), made snacks, and had generally planned the whole thing out.  I just told them that I had to fuck each of the girls at least once this weekend, otherwise they could plan everything.

Soon the girls arrived.  I don’t know how they synchronized, but they all got there at the same time.  I let Cassie and Susie go downstairs to get them while I waited in Cassie’s room. 

I looked around for the first time while I waited.  There was a poster of some guy playing with some suspended rings on the back of the door.  It didn’t look all that hard.

Then my girls all stampeded in.  Damn, they were all so hot.  They all squealed and rushed over to me.  Soon I was in a cheer sandwich, not that I was complaining.  I squeezed a few asses and got a few moans and wiggles back.

Cassie said, “There are several planned activities for tonight.  Who’s up for a nice game of strip poker to start?”

I just grinned as the other girls squealed and started jumping around.  Cassie organized us into a big circle on the floor, gave everyone a dollar in nickels, and started dealing.  I noticed that she didn’t shuffle the cards, but I didn’t say anything.  My first hand was junk.  I folded.  So did everyone else except Mandy.

Somehow Cassie managed the cards so everyone was down to their panties and me to my boxers in less than half an hour.  Having only seen Cassie and Susie naked before, I was awestruck by the beautiful nips of the Cheerleaders.  They were all athletic so there weren’t any puffies like Susie’s, but, damn, they were nice.

The next hand I had to bet my boxers, and lost.  So did everyone else except Amanda.  All the girls were staring at my hard cock, licking their lips, both Cassie and Susie, who knew what was there, were actually drooling.  I returned the favor, checking out the three new pussies dripping for me.  The next hand Amanda lost her panties as well.

Now we were all naked and had only the 90 cents or so in our hands.  Susie took over and said, “Now, for a new game,” and she pulled out an old coke bottle from under the bed.  “The rules are: The first time you get spun to, you kiss Tom.  The second time, you suck him for one minute, the third time, you fuck him for one minute.  The last girl gets to fuck him all the way and wins.”

They all eagerly sat in the circle again.  Susie gave the bottle a spin and it landed on Cassie.  She climbed into my lap and gave me a big kiss with lots of tongue.

She spun and got Mandy.  Nice wet kiss from her.  I got kisses from Melissa and Susie, then it hit Mandy again.  She crawled over and first giving my cock a nick kiss, then slid her lips down over him.  Eagerly she sucked until Susie called, “Time!”  Mandy reluctantly pulled back.  I was experienced enough at this point that there was no pre-cum, and I had washed up before everyone had arrived, so she still didn’t know where the chocolate’s filling came from.

Sure enough, it went around and after kisses from Traci and Cassie, I got a nice blow from Melissa.  Finally I got a kiss from Amanda, then blows from Cassie, Susie, and Traci.  Then it landed on Mandy again.

She came over and straddled my lap, facing me.  She wiggled a bit, then grabbing my cock she lined herself up and sunk down on it.  She had a look of surprise on her face, “I thought it was supposed to hurt the first time,” she exclaimed!  “This feels wonderful!”  She began thrusting her hips, sliding me in and out.  It was fantastic.  Before long Susie called, “Time!” and Mandy was forced to pull off with a few cuss words.  I whispered in her ear, “Don’t worry, we’ll finish this later.”

The game went on.  Soon I had Cassie, Amanda, Traci, then Susie all riding me.  The other girls took vicious delight in stopping Susie after a minute.  Melissa was the winner.  She climbed on board, sunk down to the hilt, popping her cherry.  The other cheerleaders had broken theirs in practice, but Melissa’s was tough.  After sinking down, she just hugged me tight and rested for a minute, getting used to it.  Then she went nuts, fucking me like it was going out of style.  After all the partial fucks I was more than ready, and soon blasted her full.  Feeling the warmth spreading in her belly, she had a massive orgasm and passed out, collapsing against me.  All the other girls clapped and applauded.  I put Melissa down leaning against the bed.  Not a drop of cum seeped out of her tight teen pussy.

Cassie announced, “We have several more games planned, but I think it is time for a snack break.”  As she started to pull on a shirt, the door opened and Mom walked in with a tray of pizza bagel bites.  The girls started to scramble, but Mom ignored their state and said, “Tom, you promised to introduce me to your girls here.”

I turned to the cheerleaders and said, “Don’t worry about it, this is my Mom, and she knows all about you.”

Cassie gasped and said, “You told her?”

“No, she knew already.  Grandpa is just like me.”

Cassie thought for a second, and said, “That explains a lot.”

I turned to my girls and introduced them each to Mom.  She said, “I expect to see you all, often, and for a very long time.  I know how this works, and that I have essentially gained a few more daughters.”  She hugged each of them and added as she left the room, “Welcome to the family.”

Melissa was crying.  I asked her, “What’s wrong?”

“Y-You have such a nice Mom.”

I smiled and said, “Yes I do.”  Then I got serious, “Girls, my Mom is right, you will all be with me for the rest of your lives.  We are all going to go to the same college, live in the same house or next door to each other, have kids together, until the day that I die.  I know that is a sobering thought, but I want you to think about that for a minute.”

They all immediately looked like they were cogitating.  Melissa was the first to say, “I think that I speak for all of us – it sounds like a nice life to me!”

“Yes.”

“I agree.”

“You bet.”

“Cool.”

Melissa added, “We’ll never be lonely again.  I cannot think of a better life.”

They were all happy about it, not that there was anything I could do to change things.

Cassie announced, “Time for the next game!”  She pulled out ‘Twister’.  “I have made a small change, there are six places on the wheel.  The four traditional colors, mouth and pussy.  If you get either of those, you get fucked or have to suck for thirty seconds without losing your spot.  Melissa, since you already got completely fucked, you get to be the spin girl.  The winner gets to fuck all the way.  Yellow goes first.”

They all spun, Susie got yellow.  She went over and stood on the yellow.  Soon they were all on the ‘board’ except for Melissa who was spinning.  On Susie’s spin, she got pussy.  I went over behind her and fucked her for thirty seconds when Melissa said, “Time!”  They went around and around, all the girls had had an average of five fucks and sucks.  My girls were so flexible that they didn’t have much problem with twister.  Melissa called out, “One minute now!”  They had more problems with that.  So did I.  Anyway, Amanda, Traci, Cassie and Susie were rapidly eliminated.  Mandy happily jumped into my lap, spearing herself deep.  After fucking and pulling out for the last two hours, I didn’t last long, both of us went for about two minutes before orgasming, her tight cheerleader body holding all the cum deep inside.

Cassie grinned and said, “We all need to get to bed now.  Since Susie and I get him all the time, Amanda and Traci, you two play ‘Rock, Paper, Scissors’ to be the one to sleep with Tom.”  Soon Traci was snuggling up to me and Amanda was looking dejected.  I told Amanda, “I’ll take care of you in the morning.”  She cheered up at the thought.

When Traci and I fell asleep after making love, I was still on top of her with her arms and legs wrapped around me.  Several times that night I awoke and we made love again as she held me down on her.  In the morning, she tried to hold me down for another, but I told her that it was Amanda’s turn.  She reluctantly released me.

Amanda bent over and said, “Take me.”  I grabbed her hips and slid in.  She had the wettest pussy I had ever been in.  Later she told me that she had laid there waiting all night in anticipation.  We both came within minutes, filling her up.

We all spent the next few hours with cheer practice.  Practicing cheering naked really is hot.  Needless to say, Cassie, Susie, Mandy, Melissa and Traci each got a pussy full.  Cassie helped out, showing special techniques and Susie practiced so that she could join the squad next year.

The game was at five, so we had another six hours to kill.  Cassie reached under her bed (how big was it under there anyway?) and pulled out eight boxes of chocolates.  The cheerleaders wanted to eat them, but Cassie said, “These are just regular chocolates, we need to prepare them.”  The cheerleaders gathered around in curiosity as Cassie and Susie took all the chocolates, expertly split them in half and removed the filling.

Susie handed me a glass and said, “Now for the secret filling.”  The cheerleaders watched with fascination as I jacked off into the glass.  It had been several hours since I had fucked the last one of them, so I was able to squirt quite a bit into the cup.  Handing the glass back to Susie, she filled four boxes worth.  That took her about an hour.  By then I was able to contribute another three boxes worth.  I had to keep constant diligence, the girls kept trying to sneak fingers full, but they were all getting pretty zoned from the smell by the time they closed up the last chocolate.  We put the unused chocolates back under Cassie’s bed, put six boxes in the fridge, and I gave each of them a chocolate which they eagerly gobbled up, looks of utter glory on their faces.

A few seconds after they had eaten their chocolates, I said, “Who owns you, body and soul?”

“You do!”  they all exclaimed simultaneously. 

“Who do you love so much that it hurts to be away from him?”

“You!”

“Who makes your pussy drip with need?”

“You!”

“I, Master Tom, ask, what is my name?”

“Master Tom!”

“What is the name of who owns you?”

“Master Tom!”

“Good, now repeat over and over, thinking hard about it, ‘Master Tom owns me and I love him’, because you know it is the absolute truth.  Every time you say it you will love me more and more.”

They began chanting together, “Master Tom owns me and I love him,” over and over. 

I let them say it about thirty to forty times, and then said, “You can wake up now.”

They all started babbling about how wonderful the chocolates were and how wonderful I was.  I stepped forward, gathered them all in a big group hug and said, “I love you all very much.”  All of them started sobbing, saying, “I love you Master Tom.”

My mom managed to pack us all into her minivan.  The four cheerleaders in their outfits and Cassie, Susie and myself as spectators.  My four cheerleaders outshone the other five at the game like night and day.  They didn’t get tired, jumped higher, and were generally much more cheerful.

Mom took us for pizza after the game.  I told my girls how proud of them I was, all four had an orgasm on the spot.  As we sat around the table I mentioned, “I have noticed that you girls are stronger and faster than you used to be.”

Melissa said, “Yes, I have noticed it too.”

Cassie chimed in, “At the gym I have been able to do more for the last few weeks.”

I said, “I am worried.  I don’t know what part of your attachment to me is causing this, and I don’t want you all to get in trouble for steroid use or something like that.”

They sat there quietly, thinking.  Cassie said, “I have an idea.  Since I have to be regularly tested anyway, why don’t I ask to have my test early.  They will wonder, but if it comes up negative they can’t do anything.”

“Yeah, I suppose you are stuck with this, and so you might as well find out if you can still train for the nationals.  I hope you can, even without the extra you have now, you are really good.”

Cassie added, “One thing that is good, remember my knee that was having problems?  That is completely gone now.  I am spending four hours a day and not even getting tired or sore anymore.  Coach Johnson is thinking about upping my practice hours.”

The girls started talking rapidly among themselves, discussing about how they weren’t tired anymore after practice and how easy that game was.  Mom mentioned, “Tom, I don’t remember this sort of effect with Grandpa and my Moms.”

“Yeah Mom, Grandpa and I think that I have a little extra oomph, maybe as a result of being the first son of a unattached woman, like you.”

“That is interesting.  I thought I noticed that your girls were a bit more attached to you than my Moms are attached to your Grandpa.”

“Yeah.  Much more attached.  It scares me sometimes.”

“Good.”

“Good?”

“Yes, you will think more that way.  You are responsible now, and thinking is a good thing.”

I didn’t have much to say about that.

 

Chapter 11

 

On the way home, we stopped for gas.  The girls and I were wandering about the convenience store part of the station while mom pumped the gas.  I was heading to the counter with a chocolate milk when this dirty short guy came in, hauled out a big gun and started waving it around.

“Nobody move!” He yelled.  To the clerk he shouted, “Give me all your money and all the lottery tickets!”

The clerk scrambled to get all the money out of the register for the guy.  Suddenly he shouted, “I said nobody move!” And he shot the clerk, then he turned and shot directly at me!  As I dived out of the way, Mandy dived in front of me, taking the bullet in the mid right chest.  Simultaneously, Cassie and Amanda kicked the gun out of his hand, while Susie and Traci kicked him in the face, knocking him out.

Melissa was already behind the counter checking on the clerk and calling 911 as I dived down next to Mandy.  She was in rough shape, coughing up blood and bleeding quite a bit.  Ripping off my shirt I ripped it in half and staunched the blood flow from the exit wound in her back as well as on her chest.  As the girls tied up the guy with bungee cords from the display, Melissa looked at me, shook her head, and left the poor clerk while rapidly talking into the phone.  I pressed down to stop the blood flow as my Mom burst into the store.

Mandy was trying to sit up, in spite of the large hole in her chest.  I said, “Mandy, lie still.”  I bent over and whispered in her ear, “With your boosted immune system, you will most likely completely heal in a week or two, IF you survive the next hour.”  Then out loud again, “Now, DON’T MOVE!” 

She calmed down, and muttered, “Damn, this hurts.”

The police must not have been too far away, they zoomed in at that point, running into the store.  They were a little surprised to see the guy bungeed up, but ran over to where I was holding the ripped shirt against Mandy.  I looked up and said, “I can’t move my hands, she’s been shot.”  The officer nodded, and then she started talking rapidly into her radio, calling for a bus.  The other officer went over and handcuffed the suspect who was coming around.

In almost no time, there were about 30 cops running around.  It turns out that the moron suspect held up a store only two doors down from the precinct station!

Mandy laid still as I ordered, but she was still aware and talking to the cop.  I knew her system was boosted, but this was unbelievable.  A through and through chest shot and she wanted to get up!  Wow.

The paramedics arrived a minute or two later.  I pulled my bloody shirt away and they wrapped her with bandages.  I helped lift her on the gurney.  She asked the paramedics if I could go with her.  I think that they were in such shock that she could even talk that they agreed.

At the hospital Mandy was whipped into surgery.  My Mom soon arrived with the rest of the girls.  Mandy’s parents arrived minutes later.  We waited six hours while the surgeons worked.  During the wait I asked my mom to run home and grab a box of chocolates.  She gave me a funny look, but left and was soon back with a box.  The doctor, a pretty blonde lady, came out and told us that she would recover, but that there would be long term problems.  Apparently the bullet had gone through the liver and they had to do some major work to save what was left.  The doctor said that the length of the surgery was the result of Mandy waking up every few minutes, apparently she was resistant to every form of anesthesia that they had and the poor anesthesiologist had to repeatedly put her under using various methods.  Finally they had to do a spinal and let her be awake for the procedure.  Even that only lasted about ten minutes.  The doctor said that the only reason she was alive was that she had the best immune system she had ever seen or heard of.

That worried me.  What the doctors didn’t know could hurt Mandy.  I took her aside and asked if she was going to be the primary physician on the case.  It being a small hospital, it turned out she was.  Then I asked her, “Does doctor patient confidentiality extend to information from a third party?”

“As long as it relates to the patient, it does.”

“In that case, you and I need to talk at some length before you finalize treatment.  In fact we should have talked before the surgery, but you were in too much of a rush.”

She seemed a little put back by that but led me to her office.

“Doctor, it is not illegal, but she does have an immune booster in her system.  I can tell you the effects, but you wouldn’t believe what it is.”

“Okay... So what are the effects?”

“Her body can repair almost any damage, she is several times normal strength, and I assume her endorphin level is high because she handled the pain so well.”

“Her toxicology report showed no foreign substances in her system.  But after her demonstration in the O.R., I tend to believe you.”

“If you need further testing, I will have similar results.”

“Really?  That is interesting.  Are you sure that this isn’t any type of steroid?  It sure acts like it.”

“What it is, is something passed down in my family.  When a male of my family ‘contaminates’ someone, they gain all these abilities.  The trade off is that once you get ‘contaminated’, you cannot stop, or else you end up like Melissa was earlier this week.”

“Melissa?  You mean the girl that came in, went into a coma, and then spontaneously recovered?”

“Yes.”

“By your euphemism, I assume this ‘contamination’ is some sort of sexual activity.”

I blushed but said, “Yes.”

“Following that logic, then it must be either semen or saliva.”

I blushed more, but said, “The former.”

“So your semen causes all these effects.  I find that extremely hard to believe.”

“Ask any of the girls waiting down the hall.  They are all like Mandy, including Melissa.  I’ll bet that Mandy’s bullet wound will be externally healed by tomorrow, and I hope that you left enough of her liver for that to grow back.”

“Quite frankly, I don’t believe you.  I find this preposterous.”

“Check on Mandy in a few hours, then tell me that you don’t believe me.”

“You bet I will, young man.  Now I have work to do.”

That was a dismissal if I ever heard it.  “See you later, doc.”  I got up and went back to the waiting room.

About two hours later everyone started rushing around.  My Mom stopped a nurse and asked what was going on.  “There was a bus crash and there are several critical patients on the way in.”  The nurse took off.

While they were running all over the place, distracted, I slipped down the hall into Mandy’s room.  She was lying there cursing like crazy.  I grinned and stepped into the room.

“Tom!  About time you got here!  The damn fucking nurses won’t let me do anything!  Tell them I have to take a piss!”

I started laughing.  I fell on the floor I was laughing so hard.  “Tom, what the fuck is so funny?” 

I slowly recovered.  Then I said, “Quick, before anyone comes in here, eat a chocolate.”  I handed her two chocolates.

She scarfed them down, she was so stressed that she had almost no reaction to them, she shook her head then said, “Now tell me what the hell is going on?  I actually feel worse now than when I was shot!”

“Apparently the bullet went through your liver.”  She paled a bit when she heard that.  “I think that with your enhanced recuperative abilities that it may grow back.” 

“I sure the fuck hope so!”  I could tell that she was scared.  I squeezed her hand.

“Now, as to the piss, use your bedpan.  I will bet that you can get up on your own to use the bathroom before you need to use it again.”

“Yeah, but I am not exactly sure how to use the bedpan.”

“Well, the nurses are all busy with an emergency; that is how I snuck in here.  You will either have to hold it for a few minutes until I can get one free, or else figure it out yourself.”

“By the way, I told the doctor about our little secret, but she doesn’t believe me.”

“Why did you do that?”

“Because you are still alive, and she doesn’t understand why.”

“Oh.”  She paled again.

“And Thank You.  However, next time, please note that I jumped out of the way.”

“I saw that, but couldn’t take the chance.  Besides the fact that I love you and would gladly do it for that, all my sisters would die if anything happened to you.  We all depend on you.”

Shit, I hadn’t thought about that, although Grandpa had mentioned it.  “Remember that I love you too, and try not to be so self-sacrificing next time.”

She said in a low voice, “Yes, Master Tom.”

At this point a nurse came into the room.  “What are you doing here?  She isn’t ready for visitors yet!  Get out!”

Mandy protested, “Why am I not ready for visitors?”

I said, “Mandy, it is okay.  Ask her about the bedpan, and I will go tell everybody you are all right.”  I gave her a quick kiss and left. 

Back in the waiting room, I told everyone that Mandy was okay, that she was cussing up a storm.  We all grinned at that.  Her parents started off down the hall to see her, but the big nurse herded them back to the waiting room.

About three hours later, at about ten o’clock Sunday morning, the doctor came into the waiting room.  She said, “Mandy can have visitors now, but only four at a time, Okay?”

Her parents took off down the hall.  I stopped anyone else from following, “Let them be together for a while.”  They all understood.  I handed the girls the chocolates, “Why don’t you finish these off?”  Mom looked interested, but saw me shake my head a little when she reached for one.  The rest of the girls scarfed down the rest like dying animals.

The doctor stood there watching, then said, “Tom, may I see you in my office again, please?”  I followed her down the hall to her office.  Without even sitting down, she said, “I believe you.”  Then she collapsed in her chair.  She said, “I just checked Mandy, and if I didn’t know better, I would never have even known she was shot yesterday.  Her body has completely healed the wound, it has even absorbed the stitches I put in.  Besides a slight tenderness, she is raring to go.”

“I hate to say I told you so, Doc.”

“Do you realize what this means?  If we could figure out how this works, we could revolutionize medicine!  Cure almost anything!  Heck, I bet it could even cure cancer!”

“Believe me, Doctor, I have thought of that.  But remember that I have a limited production here, and don’t forget the side effect, the patient needs a dose every two days for the rest of her life.”  I didn’t mention what Grandpa had told me about how only once a month is necessary after a few years.  I don’t want to be a lab rat.

“Since she would be dead right now without it, that isn’t that big of an issue.  Organ recipients need to take a bunch of anti-rejection pills every day.  If we could figure out the chemical composition and get it into pill form, wow!  We wouldn’t even need organ donors anymore; they could just take this pill and repair their own organs!”

I hadn’t thought of it that way.  It was sure something that needed to be looked into.  But I still didn’t want to be a lab rat.  I said, “I’ll make you an offer, Doc.  I will provide you with samples regularly that you can use to test in the lab, with a few conditions.”

She eagerly jumped up in her seat and leaned forward.

“One, I will provide a sample a week.” She nodded.

“Two, You will be the ONLY one who knows where the sample comes from.  There will be nothing written down anywhere.”  She nodded.

“And Three, You will give me a blow job, right here and now.”

“What?”

“It is the only way I can trust you.  Get you hooked like the girls out in the waiting room.”

“Unh-uh, no way.” She was shaking her head, but staring at the desk.  Obviously trying to convince herself.

“Look at it this way, Doc.  You will never have to worry about catching anything from a patient again, you won’t get tired from long hours, and your surgical skills and dexterity will go up an order of magnitude.”

She half-grinned and said, “It is my own argument, isn’t it?  Is it worth the tradeoff?”  She sat and stared at the wall for a minute, then looked at me.  “I have almost decided to do it, what I am worried about is what will happen if I cannot get to you for an extended period of time.”

“I solved that already.  Remember the chocolates in the waiting room?”

She started laughing.  “Really?  Cum filled chocolates, eh?  I suppose you refrigerate them until needed?”

“Yes, since I cannot get time with all of the six girls currently on the regimen, we make batches of the chocolates for maintenance doses.  Tell you what, with your sample, I will provide a box a week.”

“Since this is the most important medical breakthrough since the discovery of penicillin, I have no choice but to agree to your conditions.”  She said, half to convince herself.  She got up, went over and locked the door.  “How do you want to do this?”

I slid my butt to the edge of the chair, and said, “Just take your time, pretend I am your boyfriend or something.”

She got down on her knees in front of me, unfastened my jeans, and pulled out my cock.  It was already hard in anticipation.  Her nostrils flared from the scent, I had been in the waiting room all night.  She reached out, lifted my cock and slowly licked from the base to the tip.  I was so hard the foreskin was peeled back all the way, I almost looked circumcised.  She gave a little shudder and licked her lips.  I almost grew another inch at the sight.  She felt my cock twitch and smiled.  She licked the tip then slowly slid her mouth down my cock until her nose was buried in my pubes.  She had deep-throated me!  She was stroking my dick with her tongue while she did something in her throat, it was fantastic.  I blew.  She pulled back and her mouth filled with cum.  With a look of utter bliss, she swallowed it all without spilling a drop.

She rapidly went into the hypnotic state.  “Doc, what is your name?”

“Jenny.”

“Jenny, since you need Tom’s cum to survive, who do you need?”

“Tom.”

“Jenny, since you cannot survive without him, he must own you, doesn’t he?”

“I guess so,” was her half hearted reply.  Time to reinforce.

“Since Tom is a really nice man, he is a nice man, isn’t he?”

“Yes.”

“You think it is wonderful how he is willing to help you with the secret project, don’t you?”

“Yes.”

“Since he is wonderful and he owns you, you must love him, don’t you?”

“Oh, yes.”

“Jenny, are you married or dating?”

“No.”  Good.

“You think of yourself as one of Tom’s girls now, don’t you?”

“Yes.”

“It is wonderful to be one of Tom’s girls, because you love Tom and all his other girls as sisters.”

“Oh, Yes!”

“You love being with Tom and ache for him whenever he isn’t around, don’t you?”

“Yes.”

“You cannot conceive of being with another man besides Tom, can you?”

“No.”

“You are happy and want to be with Tom forever, don’t you?”

“Yes!”

“As one of Tom’s girls, you know he is your boyfriend and you are one of his girlfriends, don’t you?”

“Yes.”

“For whom do you ache with desire?”

“Tom!”

“Who do you love beyond all question?”

“Tom, of course!”

“Very good answer!”  She had a small orgasm on the spot.  Biting her lip.

“Who is Tom?”

“The man I love!”

“Good answer!”  She had another small orgasm.

“You can never betray him or tell any outsider about his gift, can you?”

“No, of course not!”

“Very good answer!”  A third mini-orgasm.  “Now, knowing that you belong to Tom, wake up and lick him clean.”

She licked my cock clean, then leaning back a bit she said, “Wow!  If we could package that flavor, it would be worth billions!”

“One thing at a time, Jenny.”  She grinned up at me.  “Here is my address.”  I wrote the address on the back of a prescription card.  “When you have things set up for testing, stop on by for your sample.  Of course you can stop on by whenever you want, too.”

“I’ll be taking you up on that.”

“Let’s go introduce you to your new sisters and my Mom.”  She lovingly tucked my cock back into my pants with a small kiss and fastened me up.  As we walked back into the waiting room, there must be some sign, because all the girls swarmed around Jenny.  My Mom looked at me and I said, “There was a reason.”  I told her about the medical research idea and that Jenny had volunteered to be added to the group so she could do the research.

My Mom said, “You know what?  That is a wonderful idea.”

I said, “Yes it is.  Changing the subject, we need to get the girls home.  Their parents are picking them up at our house in an hour.”

“Don’t worry about that, they are all coming here to pick up the girls.  After the robbery last night, they all called their parents to tell them that they were okay and that they were staying with their friend at the hospital here.”

“Oh, good thinking.  Thanks, Mom.”

“I had better go meet my new daughter in law then.”  She laughed then sighed as she headed over to Jenny and the girls.

I turned and went down the hall to see Mandy again.  As I approached the room, I could hear Mandy saying, “I will NOT stay here.  I have things I have to do!”

Her Mom said, “You will stay put young lady.  You just got shot!  I don’t care if you feel up to running a triathlon; you will stay here until the doctor lets you go.”

They were going back and forth, arguing.  I put my hand on Mandy’s arm and said, “Mandy, your Mom is right.”  She immediately shut up.  Her mother and father gave me surprised looks.  I whispered in Mandy’s ear, “Doctor Jenny is one of your sisters,” which actually made her relax and smile.

I gave Mandy a kiss on the forehead and said, “Mandy, now you listen to your mother and the Doctor, okay?”

“Yes, Tom,” she said meekly.

I left the room, as I passed her dad I muttered, “Girls...”  He almost choked trying to keep his laughter in check.  I headed back to the waiting room, where Jenny had gone back to her rounds and the others were waiting.  I said, “If you go two at a time, you can go see Mandy now.”  Cassie and Melissa took off down the hall. 

At about the same time the police detective from the night before came into the waiting room.  He interviewed us officially for our statements.  When we mentioned that Mandy was awake, he was surprised and took off down the hall.  Cassie and Melissa came back and told us that he was taking her statement.  About half and hour later he came back.

“Have any of you seen today’s newspaper?” was the first thing he asked.

“No,” we chorused.

He pulled a newspaper out of his folder and put it on the table.  ‘Hero Teens Stop Murderous Robber’ was the headline.  He said, “You realize that there are reporters camped outside waiting to talk to you?”  He looked disgusted, “Somehow the security video from the Speedy Mart got leaked to the press.”

Dammit.  Last thing we needed was someone sticking their nose in.  Suddenly I had an idea.  I said, “I have an idea, Mom, are the cheerleading outfits from the game still in the car?”

“Yes.”

“Perfect.  If you can get past the press, go get them please.”  Bemused, she left.

“Now, after the girls change outfits, we will go give a statement to the press, that we take self defense courses as part of our cheer training.”  I looked at the detective, “Do you think that will work?”

With a small smile he said, “That might work.  But I still want to know how you all knew what to do.”

“We were all hyped from the game earlier and just reacted, it looks like much more than it really is.”

“Uh-huh.  Yeah, right.  If you say so.”

“What was the guy’s issue anyway?”

“Unfortunately, he was just paranoid and on crack.  He isn’t talking, well, he’s talking but not saying anything relevant, so we can only guess at his motivation, probably money for more crack.”

“Please let the family of the clerk know that if there is anything we can do...”

“I’ll pass it on.”

A minute later, Mom was back with the outfits.  The girls headed down the hall to the restroom to change.  The Detective asked me why I wasn’t changing.  I told him that I had just joined the squad and that I didn’t have an outfit yet.

The girls got back and we headed for the entrance.  Normally I would have let one of the girls give the statement, but since the reporters had seen the video...  We were mobbed as we stepped out the door.  I said, “We will make a brief statement then answer any questions.”  That always works in the movies.  Worked here too.

“While we were in the Speedy Mart Saturday evening, a man attempted to rob the store.  He shot the store clerk, and realizing that we were in imminent danger, the Janeville Middle School cheer squad utilized their self defense training from practice and took down the suspect.  Unfortunately, he managed to shoot one of the cheerleaders, Mandy Adams, before being restrained.  She is doing well and is expected to make a full recovery.  Questions?”

“Who are you?”

“I am Tom Johnson, I am also on the team, but don’t have a uniform yet.”

“Who are the two girls without uniforms?”

“Those two are my younger sister who is a cheerleader in training, and Cassie, my older sister, an amazing gymnast who was helping us practice.”

“Where did the cheerleaders learn self-defense?”

“We taught ourselves to help with cheerleading.”

“Where was Mandy Adams shot?”

“In the chest.”

“When is she going to be back?”

“She will be at practice next week, but will not be doing anything strenuous for quite a while.”  It wouldn’t be good to tell them that she was already almost completely healed.

“If you will excuse the question, but why is someone as young as you here?”

“We needed a spokesperson, the girls felt a bit shy.”  I gave the girls a side grin.

“How old are you?”

“I’ll be fourteen in a few weeks.”  That got a few raised eyebrows.  “I am sure the police will be making some sort of statement soon.  We would like to get back to our friend now.”  I backed up and we marched inside.  There was one reporter doing the “How do you feel?” crap, but I ignored her.

Melissa’s dad showed up about half an hour later.  He was one nasty dude, he obviously was upset that he had to pick her up, and angerly grabbed her arm and stomped out.  I could easily understand how she had been quite the bitch, and why she had loved my mom so much.  I really felt sorry for her, but I didn’t know what to do about it.

Amanda’s parents and Traci’s parents were all very nice people.  I think Amanda’s dad suspected something because I got the “What are you doing with my daughter?” vibe from him when Amanda introduced me.  I politely shook his hand then deliberately stayed in the background as Amanda hugged her parents and cried a little.  I repeated it with Traci’s dad, but he was so concerned about his daughter that he didn’t say or do anything.

About four o’clock that afternoon, Mandy walked into the room.  Her mom jumped up and said, “What are you doing out of bed?”

“I was going crazy just lying there, so I snuck out to see everyone.”  She looked at me, but I nodded my head at her parents, so she went over to them and gave them big hugs.  She commented, “All I have to do is watch TV, do you realize there is absolutely nothing on, on Sunday afternoon?”

Hearing her complain really relaxed her parents.  I could see her dad fighting a smile.  A minute later Jenny rushed into the room.  “There you are!” she exclaimed.  “I figured you would be here when the nurse hit the alarm in your room.”  She picked up a wall phone and called somebody.  “Found the patient, cancel code white,” was all she said.  Turning around she winked at me then said, “Mandy, I know that you are unusually fast at healing.  However, you still shouldn’t be running all over the hospital a few hours after major surgery.  Come back with me now and I promise not to make you use a wheelchair.”

Mandy looked pained, but said, “All right Doctor Jenny.”  She got up.

Jenny turned to the rest of us and said, “She’ll be here for observation tonight, but she can go home tomorrow, and back to school on Tuesday.”  Then she looked straight at me, “No cheerleading until next week, understood?”

I nodded as Mandy said, “Yes, ma’am.”

We all left after Mandy went back to her room.  Her mother stayed.  I gave Amanda and Traci hugs and a kiss on the cheek (their parents were watching).

We got home and Mom sent us to do our homework.  Funny, it seemed like a long time since we got out of school Friday.  That night I slowly made love to both Cassie and Susie then we cuddled together until we fell asleep late Sunday night.

 

Chapter 12

 

The next day in school I gave Melissa, Amanda, and Traci their morning chocolates.  They took off for their homeroom, and I did likewise.  As I walked into the room, everybody started cheering and clapping.  It was quite embarrassing.  Fortunately it only lasted a minute or two.  Several girls came up and asked me how Mandy was doing.  I told them that she would be back in school tomorrow.

Third period I gathered Melissa and Traci into a group hug.  We all sat there the entire class, the home economics teacher didn’t say anything.  I didn’t tell her that I had my hand down both of their pants and was fingering them behind the counter.  Their occasional gasps made it sound like they were crying.

After school we met for practice in the gym.  “Well, you four had a busy weekend, didn’t you?”  Quipped the coach.  Since Mandy was one of the main cheerleaders, we couldn’t do a regular practice.  Since the coach wanted to integrate me, we spend the day with me practicing lifts and throws.  It was fun having squirming girls in my hands.  At one point I had both arms straight out with a cheerleader sitting on each arm and one standing on my shoulders.  Curious, the coach had us hold the position for about five minutes.  They were starting to get a little heavy, but it wasn’t all that bad.  He couldn’t believe it.  He really went into shock as the girls on my arms, who happened to be my girls, stood up, then all three of them jumped up in the air, did a flip, landed back on my arms, flipped forward, did two more flips in the air, and landed perfectly.  The rest of the squad were staring as well.  The girls and I just grinned.

“How the hell did you do that?” asked the coach.

“We were practicing last weekend.  That is why we were together at the store.”

“Come with me.”  The coach led us to the weight room on the far side of the gym.  He had me lie down on the bench, and then stacked some weights on it.  He had me lift it.  I easily did so.  He put some more on it, and some more, then some more.  Soon he had it maxed out and I still easily lifted it.  I sat up and looked at what he had on the bar.  On each side were three hundred pounders and two fifty pounders.  That was 825 pounds with the bar!  I gestured Melissa to try.  She had a little difficulty, but she also lifted it.  Amanda and Traci were also able to lift it.  Actually Traci had less trouble than the other two for some reason.  Some of the other cheerleaders tried, but they couldn’t even budge it.  What was interesting was that none of them were overly muscular like in a fitness magazine, just nice solid curvy cheerleaders.  I turned and was talking to Amanda when I heard another gasp from the coach.  Looking over at the bench, Melissa was lifting the barbell, with Traci sitting on it, giggling!

The coach gasped, “You just broke the world record for female weight lifting...”

Uh, Oh...  Time for damage control.  “Coach, can you keep this a secret, please?  Just think of the routines that we could do for the squad.”  Good argument there, I could see his eyes gleam at the thought.  “And if this got out, imagine what it would do to us.”  His eyes got angry at that thought.

“Alright.” He growled.  “Gather around, girls,” he ordered.  The cheer squad gathered around him.  “Do you all want to go to nationals?  It is normally unheard of for a junior squad, but I think it is possible.”

All the girls started squealing at the idea, hopping in place and clapping their hands.

He went on, “Then what you have seen here today is a total secret, you cannot even tell your friends, do you understand?”

Betty, an attractive but dumb brunette, said, “Why not, coach?”

“Because if anyone found out; Tom, Melissa, Amanda, Traci, and I assume Mandy would be gone.”  A few eyes widened at that.  The girls started rapidly talking to each other.  The coach gestured me to the side.  “Tom, whatever you did with these girls, it sure looks like steroids or coke.”

“Neither, sir.  The doctors said that they couldn’t detect anything in Mandy.”

He relaxed a bit.  “Just be careful, will you?  I don’t want charges of juicing in our squad.”

Since I suspected it was a biological agent that affected the pituitary, which is undetectable, I said, “I doubt that will happen sir.”

“Good.”  Louder he said, “Remember girls, don’t tell anyone about our secret weapon.  I will see you all after school tomorrow.”

As I sat on the bus on the way home, I was worried.  One slip of the tongue, and we were lab rats.  I wasn’t sure what to do except hope that the coach and other cheerleaders kept their word.  I suppose I could recruit the rest of the squad, but I already had too many girls as it was.

I was still fretting a little as I got home.  Cassie was at practice.  I hoped that she wouldn’t go overboard and do something normally impossible, like the girls and I just did.

Needing a distraction, I went to Susie, bent her over the edge of the bed and fucked her through three large orgasms, each.  As she curled up with me behind her, I was still fretting.

I awoke when Cassie climbed into bed.  I laid her back and slowly made love to her.  After mutual orgasms, I told her of my fears.  She said, “What do you think I am, stupid?  I am doing my routines, which, by the way, are easy now, but I am not going out of my way to show off!  What Melissa and Traci did was really stupid.”

“I agree, what WE did was really stupid.  I am as much at fault as them.”

She had no comment on that.

Two days later in school, Mandy was back.  She collected her morning chocolate, but didn’t have time to talk.  She came over during Home Economics.  The first thing she said was, “Jenny won’t let me practice.”

“Why not?”

“She says that I need another few days, the latest MRI shows that my liver is only half back.”

“Well, I agree with Jenny, you wait until you are completely healed.  She is your sister after all.  She loves you very much and wants the best for you.”

“I suppose so.  It is just so frustrating sitting around.”

“Come on, let’s finish these mini bread loaves.”  We got back to work.

I did feel her beautiful leg during seventh period, but since she was wearing shorts instead of the cheer skirt, I wasn’t able to tweak her clit like I wanted.  Oh well.  She was a bit distracted, like usual.

At practice, we all had to tell her to sit down five times, she kept trying to join in.  After practice she left for home complaining.

That evening, I received a phone call.  It was the detective from the Speedy Mart robbery.  He asked if I could immediately come down to the station.  I asked my dad if he could take me, with his okay I told the detective that we would be there in a few minutes.

When we arrived at the station, the officer at the front desk recognized me and called back.  In a minute the detective came up to get me and my dad.  “Your girlfriend Melissa is in a situation,” he said.

Puzzled, I had thought I was there about the shooting, I asked, “What do you mean, Detective?”

“Apparently, her father was beating on her mother, and she stepped in and clocked him one.  Currently, her mother is in the hospital, and her father didn’t survive, her punch broke his nose and killed him instantly.”

“Well, that is a situation!  While I appreciate being called and all, why am I here?”

“After her initial report to the 911 operator, she refuses to say anything except to ask for you.”

At that point we reached his office.  Sitting on a chair outside the door were two girls, Melissa and a girl who had to be her twin, they were identical.  I had not known she had a twin sister.  I wondered why her sister didn’t attend the school with us.

One of the two saw me and jumped up, shrieked, “Tom!” and ran over and hugged me, sobbing.  Her twin just looked over with a blank expression on her face.  After a minute, I told her, “Melissa, you need to tell the detective everything that happened.”

“Oh, Tom, it is so horrible, do I have to?”

“Yes, I am sorry, but you have to tell him everything that happened.”

“Okay,” she whispered, slowly disengaging from me.  I led her into the office of Detective Danvers, as it said on the door.

She told how her father got home from work late without calling ahead, and that her mother’s carefully prepared meal was cold.  Her father and mother had started yelling at each other like usual and she hadn’t thought anything about it until she heard her dad start beating and kicking her mom.  She broke down crying again, “I-it was j-just like when he beat on Rissa and h-hurt her two years ago.  I couldn’t take it anymore, I shouted at him to stop and he just shoved me away.  So I punched him in the nose.  I thought if I broke it, then he would be distracted enough to stop.  He just collapsed next to my mom.  I couldn’t get either of them to wake up, so I called 911.”

Detective Danvers was frowning, “You mentioned that he hurt your sister two years ago.  Is that when she received her brain injuries?”

“Y-Yes, sir.”

The detective was obviously very angry.  “So she didn’t ‘fall down the stairs’?”

“No, sir.  She spilled some paint on the garage floor and my dad got angry.”

“Harrumph.  Anyway, we need to call and get you and your sister a place to stay until your mother gets out of the hospital.  I suppose you can go sit in the visitor’s lounge again at the hospital, but I just spoke with the doctor and she said that your mother will be in intensive care for quite a while.  She is still in a coma and there are no visitors allowed right now.”

My dad spoke up, “She is a good friend of my daughter Cassie.  She and her sister could come and stay with us if that is all right.”

“Normally, I wouldn’t allow that, but all the county foster homes are at capacity after that bus accident a few days ago, and I know your family from the robbery murder case.  Melissa, would you like to stay with the Johnson’s for the next few days?”

Smart enough not to cling to me while she said it, she said, “Sure, Cassie and Susie are good friends of mine.  We could do a sleepover, we’ll stay out of the Speedy Mart this time though,” she added with a grin.  “They don’t know Rissa, but she is easy to take care of, I can do it.”

With that the detective sent us on our way, Rissa slowly following us out to the car.  It was a little spooky, she looked so much like Melissa, but was like a zombie.  I whispered into Melissa’s ear, “What kind of brain damage does she have?”

She whispered back, “She had bleeding in the brain and part of her brain lost blood for a while.  She cannot talk, but at least she doesn’t need a diaper.”

I didn’t know what to say about that.  I was surprised when she went on, “I was hoping that we could add her as one of your girls, and maybe her brain would heal.”

I thought about it for a minute, “Since I believe that she would be with us forever anyway, we might as well.  Later tonight after everything settles, okay?”

“Okay.”

“Don’t get all your hopes up, I’ll bet that she has significant memory loss.  We can repair the damage, but we can’t recreate lost memories.”

“I understand, Master.”

We drove home.  Since it was a Wednesday night, the girls were sent straight upstairs with Cassie to get ready for bed.  Susie following.  I went to my room next to Cassie’s and changed into a pair of boxers.

After a little while, I headed over to Cassie’s room.  There were a couple of sleeping bags on the floor.  All four girls were sitting in a circle, completely in the buff.  I quickly pulled off my boxers and joined them in the circle.  It was amazing, Melissa and Rissa were completely identical.  If Melissa wasn’t talking, I wouldn’t have been able to tell them apart.  Even their pussy hair was identical.

Melissa was telling Cassie and Susie about her plan to add Rissa to the sisterhood and hopefully cure her.  Rissa just sat there staring at the floor by her feet.  Cassie said, “Let’s do it.”  She crawled over to me and started licking my hardening shaft.  Susie crawled over and joined her.

Melissa came over and, making sure Rissa could see her, said, “Rissa, this is a new game.  This tastes really good if you lick and suck it.”  She licked my cock a few times, then sucked on the end.  I was getting close and I tapped Melissa on the shoulder.  She nodded and went over to her sister.  “Rissa, why don’t you try?”

Rissa slowly crawled over and duplicated Melissa’s licks then sucked on the end.  I blasted off, quickly filling her mouth.  She swallowed.  Whining in delight she kept sucking and swallowing.  I looked up at Melissa and said, “Melissa, why don’t you tell her about me and her place in the sisterhood.”

Melissa led Rissa back to her spot on the floor.  Rissa was trying to get back for more.  Melissa hugged her twin from behind and started whispering in her ear.  She kept it up for quite a while.  I leaned back against the bed with Cassie and Susie on each side, enjoying the view of the completely identical twins.

Suddenly Rissa started seizing, flopping about.  Before we could panic, she stopped.  She laid there, unconscious, leaning back against Melissa.

About half an hour later, she opened her eyes, peered up at Melissa, and said, “Missy, did you change your hair?”  As we all gaped at her, she sat up the rest of the way, and shrieked, “Why am I naked? Why are you all naked? Where am I? What’s going on?”

Melissa hugged her and cried, “Rissa!  You’re back!  I have missed you so much!”

While Melissa was hugging the confused Rissa, I told Cassie and Susie, “Quick, we need to bring her in as a sister again!  Susie, throw on a nightshirt and run downstairs and get a couple of chocolates, quick!”

Susie took off, returning in about 30 seconds with a handful of chocolates from the fridge.  She handed them to Melissa who told Rissa, “Rissa, quick, eat these chocolates!”  Rissa, who was completely confused, but trusted her twin, ate them.  She rapidly went into a trance state.

I said, “Melissa, tell her again about who I am and her place in the sisterhood.”

Melissa started whispering in Rissa’s ear again as she cried with happiness.  Rissa murmuring responses this time.  About fifteen minutes later, they both stopped and just hugged each other.

A while later we sat in the circle again.  Now that Rissa was aware, the two twins were absolutely identical.  Both of them were sitting there with puppy dog looks staring at me.  I asked, “So, Rissa, what is the last thing you remember before waking up here?”

She thought for a moment.  “I was painting the garage door.  Then it is fuzzy until I saw Missy.  Master, may I ask what the hell is going on?”

Sadly, I looked at Melissa, “Melissa, do you want to tell her, or should I?”

Melissa turned to Rissa, “Rissa, it has been two years since the garage was painted.”

“What? Impossible.”  But she was looking around, at herself and her twin.  She certainly didn’t have quite the bust or pubes the last she remembered.

“You spilled some paint, and dad hit you.”

She was suddenly very quiet.  “I don’t remember that.”

“You were injured pretty badly.  Master Tom healed you.”  Rissa sent a look at me.  “To tell you the truth, we weren’t expecting you to remember anything.  I am amazed and delighted that you are you again.”

“Two years!” Rissa suddenly exclaimed.  “Where is Mom?”

“She is in the hospital, dad hit her too.  She is unconscious.”

“Like I was?”

“No, you were aware enough to still walk around, Mom is in a coma.  We are living here with Master Tom, Sister Cassie, and Sister Susie.”

I chimed in, “I think you need to go see Sister Jenny.”

The rest of them immediately agreed.  We all got dressed, and I went down to find mom.  She was watching TV in the living room.  “Honey, how are the girls settling in?”

“Mom, Rissa just woke up.”

“What?  What do you mean by that?”

“She just started talking to her sister, wondering where she was.  She hasn’t spoken in over two years.  We all think she needs to go see Jenny immediately.”

She glanced around, dad was in the other room.  “You had something to do with this, didn’t you?”

“Melissa thought it might heal her, and it certainly did!”

“Hmmm... I’ll go tell your father, you go get everyone into the car.”

We all packed into the car and were soon on the way to the hospital.  Rissa asked, “Who is Jenny?”

“She is a Doctor.  She is also one of our sisters,” replied Melissa.

“Oh good!  Another sister!” exclaimed Rissa.  “How many do we have?”

“You know Cassie and Susie, there are also Jenny, Amanda, Mandy, and Traci.”

We all marched into the hospital.  Mom asked for Doctor Jenny Franks.  When the nurse tried to be obstinate and wanted to know what the ailment was, Mom just said, “Tell her that we are here.”

When Doctor Jenny finally came out she said, “Sorry it took so long, I was with a patient.”

Mom glanced at me, I guess I was the spokesperson again.  “Jenny, are you aware of the case history on Clarissa Olson?”

“I’m not her personal physician, but I know that she suffered severe brain damage from a fall a couple of years ago.  Why?”

I glanced around, we were alone.  “Because she is Melissa’s twin sister.  At her request I added her to the group, and apparently her brain healed, because here she is!” I gestured at Rissa who was sitting next to Melissa.  Rissa must have felt that she needed to do something, because she gave a little wave and said, “Hi”.

Jenny immediately went over to her and pulled out her little penlight.  As she was flashing it in Rissa’s eyes, I said, “She apparently has complete amnesia of everything since it happened.”

Jenny glanced up for a second.  “Tell me everything that happened.”

“After giving her a mouthful of... stuff, she zoned out for a little while, say ten minutes.  Then she had a small seizure that was over almost before it started, then she passed out for half an hour.  And then she woke up and asked her sister about the changed hair style.”

“Well, it seems that your ‘stuff’ did the trick again.  This just makes me want to get to that research even more.  It is amazing what it can do.  I would be dead right now, you know, if I wasn’t one of your girls.”

“How did that happen?”

“Monday, I was at my club, swimming, when the idiot untrained maintenance man spilled a jug of chlorine into a bucket of ammonia he was using to clean up next to the pool.  The entire room filled with chlorine gas in seconds.  Of the seventeen people in the room, I was the only one who survived, and although I was initially coughing, ten minutes later you couldn’t even tell I had been in there, I felt great.  In a way I feel really guilty about it.”

“Wow! Why wasn’t that on the news?”

“It is still being investigated.  Homeland Security thinks it may be terrorism, but I actually saw the accident and I know it was just stupidity.  Of course, I can’t tell them that.  Another big plus is that I have saved several lives that I wouldn’t have been able to before.  I am many times faster with the scalpel than before, and I can see problems easier.”

Looking over at Rissa, she said, “Clarissa, with you being one of Tom’s girls, I think you’ll be just fine.  But call me if you have any problems, any at all.  Okay?”

“Yes, Doctor Jenny.”

“Now, I bet you are wondering about your mother.  She is still in a coma.  There is nothing new to tell you.”

I gave Jenny a nice squeeze on her beautiful tush, then we went home.  Cassie let the twins take her bed, and she came over and stayed the night with me.

The next day, they borrowed some of Cassie’s clothes and we went to school.  I passed out the morning chocolates, then Melissa took her sister into the office.  She had missed two years of school, both the sixth and seventh grades.  I was willing to bet that it was going to be a royal mess.

Third period, Melissa, Mandy and Traci came over to talk.  The teacher was used to it by now and didn’t say anything.  I asked how Rissa was doing.  Melissa said that she was taking placement exams all day.  Mandy and Traci were going on and on about how they never knew that Melissa had a twin.  The three of them babbled and texted constantly throughout the period, while I made my cake.

At lunch, we all met up with Rissa and Amanda.  Apparently she was doing well on the placement exams.  She said the principal thought that she could catch up with some summer school.

Amanda asked if she was joining the cheer squad.  Rissa was a little confused, not knowing exactly what a cheer squad was.  Soon we had to head to class.  I stroked Melissa’s perfect legs throughout class, doing the same to Mandy’s thighs seventh period.

At practice, the coach saw that Melissa had a twin and was excited.  Rissa watched the practice, and at the end she said that she wanted to join the squad, but she didn’t know if she could because of her missing academics.

That evening we had just started a game of spin the bottle when Jenny stopped by.  I hadn’t seen her naked yet, so I told her to join the game.  She stripped and joined in the circle.  She had a great body.  Beautiful C cup tits, and a nicely trimmed blonde bush.  I could see that she was horny, she was dripping slightly and her nips were hard as rock.  Her clit was poking out a little as well.

We went around, the girls each climbing into my lap to make out and rub themselves on my hard cock.  The second round they all pole sat for a minute while Frenching me.  Damn if Jenny and Rissa weren’t nice.  Rissa wasn’t a virgin to my surprise.  I figured that her dad had probably been fucking her, so I didn’t say anything.  Surprisingly the last person in round three was Jenny, so I laid her back on the bed and slid home.  Almost every stroke she gasped in a mini-orgasm.  When I came and she felt the warmth in her belly, she had a massive orgasm, thrashing about the bed, snapping all her joints, and rolling her eyes back as she passed out.  Surprisingly I was still hard, so I laid Rissa back and rammed in.  A few strokes later and we shared a nice orgasm.

It was a school night, so after Jenny recovered, she had to leave.  We exchanged a nice deep kiss, Susie ran to get a box of chocolates from the fridge for her, and she reluctantly left.  Before she left, she wrote a doctor’s note for Rissa stating that a group physical activity would be beneficial to her health.

It worked.  The next day at cheer practice the coach took one look at the signed doctor’s note and added Rissa into the practice.  He was really taking a chance since there wasn’t any parental permission, but since her twin sister was on the squad and their parents were not available, he allowed it.  He really wanted his winning team, even if most of them were moving on to high school in a few months.

He had all of the non-super cheerleaders practicing and doing basic acrobatics supporting us main cheerleaders who were doing the things like reverse pyramids. I was tossing two of them ten feet in the air at a time while a third did handsprings on my shoulders, then they were rotating.  The coach was so excited that it was almost scary. 

The coach entered us in the state JV cheering competition, which was the following Saturday.  It was usually only for older kids, freshmen and sophomores in High School.  When we walked in the door, we felt a bit out of place.  We were conspicuously the youngest team there.  Everyone turned to stare at us.  Some of the other kids hiding snickers under their hands.  Some not even hiding them. 

There were some real hotties that I wished that I could add to my collection, but I was obviously limited on resources, being only almost fourteen.  Unless a hottie moved into my neighborhood or my school, I needed to restrain myself.  I did have a box of chocolates in my pack, just in case.

We watched the rest of the JV groups.  We had signed up late, and so were at the end.  Only one of them was any good.  Their choreography was unbelievable.  I had no idea why they were a JV team.  I really wanted to see that school’s varsity team!  They were a bit snooty about it, I guessed it was a rich school.

Then we were up.  We did our routine flawlessly.  While it wasn’t as well choreographed as the one school, everyone was gasping as I threw the girls up to the top of the reverse pyramid with one hand where they easily landed and balanced.  Then when they dismounted by jumping down fifteen feet into a roll, the entire audience, including the judges, were cheering.

Then I saw the coach from the team with the fancy choreography go over and talk to the judges.  After some whispering, one of them came over to where we were standing.  It was a middle aged woman.  Facing our coach she said, “You have been accused of juicing.  Will your squad submit to testing?”

“Of course!  I am offended at the accusation!  If the coach from Bellmore High wants to play it dirty, I insist that his team be tested as well.”

“*sigh* If you request it.”

We all were tested, many of the rich brats on the Bellmore team resisting.  No one on our team popped positive, but three on the Bellmore High JV team were using steroids, and one was using amphetamines.  They were disqualified, and we got the trophy.

That was the end of the school year.  All my girls were graduating from middle school with me.  The coach was sorry to see us go, but he got a trophy out of it which made him a very happy man.  He was happy to hear that Susie would be in seventh grade and thus qualified for the squad next year.

The high school coach had visited the squad right after the tournament.  He was excited to have us moving up to the high school next fall.  He gave us all pamphlets on cheer camp that upcoming August.

 

Chapter 13

 

The next two weeks were fun.  The girls spent all of their time at my house.  They all wore outfits that I loved.  Bandana tops and mini-skirts with nothing under them.  With those outfits, when we rehearsed in the back yard, not an hour went by that someone didn’t get a nice load of nut butter.

Cassie was working every day at the gym.  While she could easily do all of the routines, she still needed to work on control.  She said that she was getting lazy, her control slipping because she barely had to concentrate to do anything anymore.  There were division finals coming up at the end of the month and she wanted to do well.

Jenny would join us in the evening several times a week.  She really loved to really fuck hard, doggie style.  She even started wearing outfits like the younger girls, just so she could easily be bent over and fucked.  I certainly didn’t mind, and if it made her happy, why not?  I had so much sex that I am sure that I would be chapped and sore if I didn’t have the ability to instantly recover.

Rissa had to take summer school classes.  She was really upset about missing out on the fun and games, but she knew that it was necessary.  Besides the school, it was funny how Rissa and Melissa were together all the time.  Even with hours of practice I couldn’t tell them apart.

Jenny pronounced Mandy completely recovered, much to Mandy’s delight.  We had a nice party to celebrate her recovery.  I felt it was time to reinforce, so I got all eight of them to sit in front of me as I filled their mouths with cum.  When they all zoned out, I said, “Who is your master?”

“You are!”

“Who owns you body and soul?”

“You do!”

“Who do you love beyond all belief, will all of your heart?”

“You!”

“What is my name?”

“Master Tom!”

“Who do you ache for at all times?”

“You!”

“Who is more important than God?”

“You are!”

“Who do you pray to?”

“You!”

“Who must you obey, no matter what, and are happy obeying?”

“You!”

“Repeat this over and over until I tell you to stop, believing it more and more each time: I love and worship Master Tom, he owns me body and soul and I am happy that he does.”

“I love and worship Master Tom, he owns me body and soul and I am happy that he does.”  I let them repeat it 30-40 times.

“Stop and wake up now.”

They all swarmed around me with doe eyes, murmuring about how much they love me.
I gathered them into a giant group hug, saying, “I love you all, my girls.”  They all sighed and were happy as puppies.  I even stroked their heads like puppies.

At the end of June, Cassie had her big meet.  We all went to cheer her on.  Jenny even got time off from the hospital to go.  Somehow all eight of us plus mom fit into her minivan as we drove into the city for the divisional.  Cassie was all excited, she had gone too but hadn’t placed at the one last summer.

I gave her a kiss and a pat on the behind and sent her off to register as we climbed up into the seats.  Her coach and a few other girls from her gym were there and she had to sit with them.

The first event was the vault.  She ran down the path like she was taking her time, but she was going really fast.  She hit the springboard and flipped into the air, casually reaching down to touch the horse since it was required, then doing several flips and landing without movement.  The cheers were deafening.  She got four 10.0s, three 9.9s, and two 9.8s from the nine judges.  The judges who gave 9.8 were booed.

Her next event was the parallel bars.  She went through that routine perfectly, landing without movement.  Again she got perfect scores and the crowd went wild.  She flashed a grin at us up in the stands.

Again she was perfect on the balance beam.  Everyone was paying attention now.  She moved on to her floor show.  That is where she said that she was worried.  She did a perfect floor show, but it was dull.  She got perfect scores on technical, but lost a few points on artistic.

She easily won all four golds, qualifying her for the nationals in August.  Good thing that they didn’t start until a few days after cheer camp so we could all go to see her.  We threw another party when we got back.  For fun I had all the girls in their miniskirts face away and bend down with their heads between their legs.  There was a beautiful row of pussies.  I started at one end and left a deposit in each and every quim as I went down the row.  It was a real test of my recuperative powers.  It was also a lot of fun.

Jenny got her lab set up.  Within a week she was able to create a pill from my semen.  To test it I got a bottle from her and then handed one to her.  She took it and zoned out.  It seemed that it worked.  She said that the pills would only last about three months unrefrigerated.

As a test subject, we took a bottle in to the twin’s mother.  She had been in a coma for two months and was about to be moved to long term care.  We fed her two tablets, massaging her throat to get her to swallow.  She woke up in about ten minutes.

 

Chapter 14

 

We needed money.  Jenny needed a better lab to do her research, and the house was getting a little crowded.  We all agreed that Jenny’s pills were the solution.  We stockpiled ten thousand tablets in deep freeze, in the largest freezer we could afford.  And then went looking for a rich person that needed our help.  Considering that a person only needed three tablets a week, average, if I keeled over ten thousand tablets would last one person 56 years.  That didn’t even take into effect how dosage decreased over time.

Our first target was the billionaire quadriplegic, Sam Farnsworth, who lived upstate.  He had been injured in a plane crash, years ago.  Jenny composed a letter saying that we had a treatment that we believed would have him walking in under a week, but that it was very expensive.  We knew that he would be getting crank offers all the time, so we told him that if he signed a contract, the initial treatment was free, but then it would be a million a year for maintenance doses.  If it didn’t cure him, it would cost him nothing.

Jenny sent the letter.  The response was immediate.  There was a lawyer at her door the morning two days later.  Mr. Farnsworth wanted to iron out a few items.  The main one was that if a maintenance dose was required, what happened if the supply failed?  He wanted to know if he could purchase several years worth in advance.  I was sitting in on the meeting, playing intern.  Jenny shot me a grin.  He was hooked!

She told the lawyer that there was up to 50 years worth available, but that it needed to stay in deep freeze until a month before use.  How much would Mr. Farnsworth want?  The lawyer pulled out his cell and called.  The answer was all of it.

The lawyer worked up the contract.  If Mr. Farnsworth was walking within a month, he would purchase the 50 years worth of doses in the cryogenic container.  Everyone signed, the lawyer signing for Sam Farnsworth.  Once everything was notarized, Jenny handed a bottle of 14 tablets to the lawyer and said, “Take two of these to start, then one every other day.”

The lawyer looked surprised, but he put the bottle in his briefcase and left.

A week later, a tall man walked into the lab.  I had been hanging out there, learning how all the equipment worked.  He went up to Jenny and said, “Dr. Franks?”

She looked at him and said, “Yes?  May I help you...?”

“Sam, Sam Farnsworth.”

She looked him up and down, “It seems that the treatment worked.”

“I’ll say it did!  It also cured my prostate cancer and grew back a kidney that I lost.  I also don’t have to take insulin for diabetes anymore.  What the hell is that stuff?”

“I can’t tell you except that it is not chemical, but biological.”

“Just to confirm things, I need to take one every few days, and that’s it?”

“Yes.  You can stop taking them, but the withdrawal is fatal.”

“Nasty side effect.”

“Yes, but worth it.  I am one of six other people using this treatment, and it has saved my life several times.  One patient actually grew back her liver when she got shot.”

“Umm, with something like this, I can see why you had the NDA in the contract.  Anyway, I transferred the money this morning.”  He grinned and did a jumping jack, “I must say that I have never been happier spending 50 million dollars.  Even if this wears off tomorrow, it would have been worth it.”

“Do you have a cryogenic utility set up?”

“Yes.  And a special truck is waiting outside.”

“Then there it all is, in the corner next to my intern.”  She pointed at the cryogenic freezer next to me.  “There is actually 56 years worth, 10 thousand doses.  Now, you don’t have to, but I would like you to report anything unusual to me.  I am attempting to obtain more information on this treatment.”

“What do you call it anyway?”

She glanced over at me, then shrugged and said, “How about TMJ?”

“What does that stand for?”

“A bit of an inside joke.  But you can call it TMJ.”

“Well, thank you!  I have some business rivals to go take care of, now that I can.  Thanks again!”  He literally skipped out of the room.

Jenny looked at me and said, “Seems that it works on men too.  I was a little concerned about that.”

I was flabbergasted.  “I didn’t even think about that!  By the way, what does TMJ stand for?”

She giggled.  “Tom’s Man Juice.”

I giggled too.  Then the techs arrived to take the freezer so we just sat there and watched them.  After they had left I went over to Jenny and gave her a big kiss.  I whispered in her ear, “You know, being rich makes me horny.”  I could instantly feel her hard nips digging into my chest when I said that.  I led her to the back room, locking the door.  I slid down her thong panties while she unsnapped my jeans.  Sliding forward I slid in deep.  I must have grown a little because I felt it hit her cervix.  She gasped and started orgasming uncontrollably, knocking everything else on the desk onto the floor with her thrashing.  Her pulsating pussy sucked me dry.  Suddenly she shrieked, gasped, rolled her eyes back and passed out, collapsing back onto the desk.  I tucked himself in, then covered her up with her skirt, grinning.  I always got such a feeling of power when a girl passed out in ecstasy from me.

It wasn’t far from the Hospital to my bank.  It was also my parent’s bank.  I went in and arranged for all my parent’s debts to be paid off, plus an extra million in their account.  The bank manager did a credit check, determined all that my parent’s owed, then I transferred money to all of those creditors to pay them off, a total of about $400,000.  I opened a second business account, transferred twenty million into it, then got check cards for me, all of my girls, and my mom, to be delivered the next day.  I also had the bank pull out the 7% sales tax and send it to the IRS and the state.  As an afterthought, I opened eight trust accounts with a million each that my girls and I couldn’t touch until college, and then only for tuition and expenses, the remainder to be paid upon graduation.

Biking home I met all the girls sunning in the back yard.  I didn’t say anything, wanting the cards to be a surprise.  Cassie wasn’t home, she was working hard with her new coach, one who was a bit more creative and could design better routines.  The girls were completely in the buff, lined up foot to foot across the yard, all doing the splits.  What was amazing was that they were all relaxed, half-asleep in the warm sunshine.

I sat on the back step and admired their toned curvy bodies.  After about ten minutes they noticed me and hopped up in a move that was so fast I couldn’t see it.  As they swarmed around me, I suggested that we go to the local water park.  I had a few thousand in my pocket (to tide me over until the cards got here tomorrow) and it was burning a hole.

We went in to find my mom.  She was in the kitchen, baking a batch of her famous peanut butter cookies.  We asked her if she could take us over after she finished.  She agreed.  Then I shooed the girls out of the kitchen so I could talk to mom alone.

“Mom, I would like to thank you again for covering for me.”

“Hmmm, I didn’t really have much choice, did I?  Anyway, I know that it is a family trait and that for the most part you have been very responsible with it.  For someone your age, I am amazed and very proud at your restraint.”

“Thank you, mom.  The reason I brought this up is that I did something today, and I will need you to fib to dad about it.”  She was about to say something, so I held up my hand and quickly said, “Wait until you hear what it is.”  She nodded.

“Jenny and I sold some of our pills today, and I used some of the money to pay off all of your and dad’s debts.”  Her eyes got big.  “You need to tell dad that I inherited a lot of money.”

“Okay, I can see that.  But what pills?”

“We managed to create a pill form of my ‘juice’ that we call TMJ.  A billionaire purchased a fifty year supply for a very large amount of money.  We are going to use the money to set up a fancy research lab for Jenny.  My only worry is that dad will prevent me from using the money, thinking that I have to save it for college or something like that.  I did set up college funds for all eight of us.”

“Just how much was this anyway?”

“Fifty Million.  Seven percent had to go to sales tax though.”

She blinked slowly a few times.  “Holy crap!”  It was the closest that I had ever heard my mom come to swearing.  Then we smelled the batch of cookies in the oven.  She whipped them out, but they were all burned.  She scraped them into the trash and started laying out the next twelve on the cookie sheet, mashing them with a fork.  I took the opportunity to grab one of her earlier works and flee the conversation.

She didn’t say much on our way over to WhiteWaters.  I enjoyed looking at all my girls in their thong Brazil cut bikinis.  When we got there, they covered up with towels for the march into the place, but when we got inside and claimed a table, they all unwrapped.  Every eye, male and female, were instantly glued to my girls.  The guys immediately trying to hide boners, and the girls narrowing their eyes in jealousy, except for a few that looked lustful.

We played for a few hours, mom just sitting enjoying the rest at the table.  About an hour later I saw her talking animatedly into the phone.  I went over to the table.  She was telling him a white lie about a lawyer who stopped by and had me sign for an inheritance this morning.  She said that I went to the bank and had told her that I had paid off some bills.  “Hold on.”  She hit mute.  “Your dad just went to a cash machine and the balance is over a million dollars.”

“Let me speak to him.”  She handed me the phone. “Dad, I paid off your debts, put a million in your account, set up college funds for us kids, paid the taxes, and still have a little for spending money.  Here’s mom.”  I handed the phone back to her.

“Yes, dear.” She said into the phone.  “They are celebrating right now.  Let’s talk about it tonight.”  She paused.  “Yes, dear.  Bye.”

She looked up at me.  “He is a little upset that you went and did all that without asking him first.  Mostly male pride, I think.  Next time, leave him something to do, like set up the college funds or something.”

“Well he can invest your million if he wants, I won’t get in his way.  Just tell him no pharmaceutical companies.”

“Since you are starting your own that will put everyone else out of business, you mean?”

“Something like that.”  With that I turned and did a cannon ball into the pool.

When we got home that evening, dad gave me a hug, handshake, congratulations, and a thank you.

The next morning, a Friday, the cards were delivered.  Of course, all the girls immediately wanted to go shopping, so we headed over to the mall.  A group of teenage girls, with virtually unlimited credit cards (daily limit $100K), not hard to get the picture.  I think they overturned the mall’s sales slump by themselves that day.  They bought so much stuff that we had to make three trips to get everything and everybody home.  Even mom went a little wild.  These girls gave a whole new meaning to the expression, “Shop until you drop.”  Especially since they couldn’t drop.  That evening, Cassie drove me over to the Hospital where Jenny was working one of her 40 hour shifts.  I handed her the card.  Even she got avarice in her eyes as she gripped the card.  That day, I spent a total of $4.98 on a plate of almond chicken.  I checked the online statement, the girls collectively spent close to $150K.

When we got home, dad was crying.  I sent the girls upstairs, mom and I went into the living room to find out what was going on.  It turned out that my father is a financial idiot.  He had tried day trading, and in one day had lost the entire million plus several hundred thousand more that he had borrowed against the house.

It was still before six o’clock so I called the bank, talked to the manager and he promised to transfer the funds to cover the house and not to allow my dad to use his bank for any house loans for a while.  I did not give my dad any more liquid assets. 

I went back into the living room and asked, “Why were you trying a get rich quick scam when you were already rich?”

My answer was a glare from mom and a sniffle from dad.  I left saying, “I covered the house, but the million is gone.  You just blew fifteen years pay in one day.  Think about it.”  Disgusted, I went upstairs and spent the evening with my ladies, ordering some pizzas for dinner.

None of us came down until the next day.

 

Chapter 15

 

The next morning I went downstairs.  My dad was still sitting in the chair.  I went over to him.  “Dad, I am sorry about what I said.  I was just upset that all that money was gone.”

He looked up with red circles around his eyes.  “Yeah, I am pretty upset too.  You get the money and set up trust accounts for your sisters.  I got money and gambled it all away.  I thought I was the responsible one.  I am mad at myself.”  He blinked a couple of times.  “Tom, I learned something about myself yesterday that I don’t like.  Please do not give me any more large amounts of money.”

“Okay, Dad.”  I gave him a big hug.  He hugged back, hard.  For now I didn’t say anything about the credit card that Mom had.  “Now Dad, you need to go get some sleep, you look terrible.”

“Your mother said the same thing.  I am going to bed now.”  He got up and slowly went to his room.

Jenny was just getting off her shift, so Cassie drove us all over to the hospital to meet her.  She was like a teenage girl around her sisters, giggling and talking about their purchases yesterday.  We sat in the parking lot and discussed what we all wanted.  Jenny needed her mad scientist lab, and we also wanted a nice place to meet with a big pool, exercise room, nice big bed, and things like that.  After all the money we’d spent for various things (mostly the college funds), there was about $33 million left.

We went to the local realtor.  He looked at our list of requirements, and laughed, obviously not believing Jenny or me.  I told him to call my bank and check.  The bank was open until noon on Saturday, and it was about 11:30.  He was much more respectful after getting off the phone.

He quickly had three prospects up on the computer.  The first was too far away, the second was too small.  But the third one looked like what we were looking for.  We drove over to take a look.

The place was only about a mile from my house.  It was actually closer for Mandy and Traci, about the same distance as my house to Amanda, and it was two blocks from the hospital which was perfect for Jenny.

The grounds were on twenty acres, mostly forested.  There was a large two story rambler about 200 yards in from the gate.  Behind it was a large pool (empty right now because no one lived there) with fake rock formations, slides and the whole works.  There were two separate buildings behind the pool, one a ballroom with a kitchen and a guest house.  The ballroom would be a perfect conversion to a lab.  Also Jenny could move to the guest house and tell everyone she was “renting” to keep up appearances.

The main house had two master bedrooms that were huge with big floor to ceiling windows with electronic tinting, six regular bedrooms (full bath each) the size of a normal master bedroom, and four servant’s quarters.  The kitchen was out of Emeril’s dreams.  We figured one of the master bedrooms would become a workout room.

It was perfect.  We arranged to meet on Monday morning at the bank to sign the papers.  It was owned by the same bank that I used, which pleased me.

Monday morning we swung by the bank.  The bank manager was all smiles.  Apparently the bank had been spending a lot of money maintaining the place after the previous owner had defaulted on his mortgage.  Since the money was staying in the bank, everyone was coming out ahead.  I signed all the paperwork, the bank manager punched a few keys on his terminal, and I was $12 million poorer.  He handed me the keys and the gate code.

The girls and I helped Jenny move in, then we all took the next week exploring the estate.  Jenny was happy, around the estate she wore her ultra small mini-skirt with nothing under it and a cutoff t-shirt.  Wow, did she love to be bent over something and fucked from behind.  It was almost a fetish.

After we had blown another $2 million furnishing the new estate, not counting Jenny’s Lab, I took Mom to see the place.  She loved it.  I asked, “Mom, if we built a guest house here, would you and Dad be willing to move?”

She thought for a minute, “Probably.  But your father might not understand you staying in the main house while we have essentially a cottage in the woods.  After all, you are only 14.”

“True.  But let’s ask him.”

He hemmed and hawed, but when I told him that he had carte blanche to build his dream house he agreed.

We added a side road off the side just inside the entrance to the estate, going about a block to the side.  Near the side fence next to a large pond, he built a beautiful two story house with a two story living area, a large balcony with a whirlpool, overlooking the pond.  Inside the house was a large workroom, kitchen, den, a day room for Mom, and a large dining room. Upstairs there was a large master bedroom with parlor, and two small hotel-like guest rooms.  Nice house for only $850K.  My parents moved in at the end of July when construction was complete.  My sisters and I lived in the main house.  Dad sold the old house, surprisingly keeping all the money.

We were all working out regularly.  Anyone who watched would be astounded, though.  The lowest we set the weight bench was 600 lbs.  It was strange to see a cute teenage girl easily lift half a ton.  When Jenny tried it with her adult muscles, she was able to bench 1500 lbs.!  Since we had the big pool, we also learned that we could swim like a porpoise, a few kicks and we could jump ten feet in the air from the pool.  We could last almost ten minutes underwater as well.  Jenny got scientific and measured us, it seemed that we were getting stronger and stronger.

Rissa passed her tests with flying colors.  She was now caught up to her sister.

 

Chapter 16

 

Cheer camp started August 5th.  Jenny was sad that we would be gone for two weeks, but she was taking time off to go to Nationals to see Cassie with us afterward.  Susie talked her way into going even though she wasn’t officially a cheerleader yet, kind of a mascot for our squad.  Cassie of course was busy preparing for the Nationals.  All the local high school cheerleaders also going, we were officially all the same team now.

I made sure that there were ten boxes of chocolates in the fridge before I left.  Jenny also had a few hundred tablets that she kept ready for emergencies and for filling the twin’s mother’s prescription.  I felt as safe as I could be leaving Jenny and Cassie for a few weeks.  I also brought a cooler with two boxes.

We piled on the bus in the High School parking lot.  The older cheerleaders took one look at us and raised their nose in the air and sniffed.  The only person who would talk with us was the coach.  He had been talking to our old coach and was all excited about us coming in as freshmen.

I took a look around the bus.  There were a few cuties that I was thinking of adding to my collection.  There was one unbelievably gorgeous redhead named Sandy that caught my eye.  Her blonde best friend, Rose, wasn’t bad either.  I had to figure out a way to get a chocolate the two of them without having everyone eat them.  I mentioned the problem to Melissa, who didn’t even blink, she just said, “Hand me a box.”

I dug one out.  She took all but two chocolates out, putting the rest back in the cooler.  Then she got up, went to the back of the bus, and said something to Sandy.  Sandy ate one, then Melissa held the box out to Rose, who also ate one.  They sat there staring into space for a second until someone said, “Hello, hello, you two, wake up!”  Success!  Melissa came back and sat next to me.  “Mission accomplished.”

I squeezed her hand and said, “Nice job.”  She smiled and bit her lip.

We arrived and the girls were herded off to their dorm while I was put with the few guys that were there.  I carefully stashed my cooler.  It had several blocks of dry ice and should last a week or two if not opened very often.  I put a lock on it to be safe.

We met for the rally that evening.  I about gagged it was so cheesy.  I thought that it was an exaggeration in the cheerleading movies.  It wasn’t.  To use my parent’s vernacular – gag me with a spoon.  Fortunately it didn’t last long and they sent us to bed.

The next day started bright and early.  We met for breakfast at eight.  We had to be at the commons by nine.  After quickly eating, I snuck into a closet with my girls and had them line up for their doses.  I had Rissa suck me until I was about ready then I sprayed cum into all their eager open mouths.  I didn’t say anything, I just waited a minute then said, “Wake up my ladies, time to go!”

We headed out to the commons to meet with the rest of the cheerleaders.  Sandy and Rose were feeling great, of course.  I figured that they would last until tomorrow afternoon before they got the shakes and needed my assistance.

The older cheerleaders still were turning their noses up at us.  They didn’t want to plan anything that included us “Junior Junior Varsity” types, or, as they put it, the “JJ” squad.  We went off to the side and practiced our reverse pyramid.  They were too self absorbed to notice us, but when the camp counselors came over to talk to our school, they stood there with their jaws hanging open as the girls dive rolled (with a few flips) from 15 feet in the air.  The counselor, who I think said his name was George at the rally last night, started going on about how he had seen us at the JV competition.

Annoyed that the counselors were speaking to us instead of them, Sandy and her entourage marched over.  “That’s just the freshmen JV squad,” she announced.

I whispered in Melissa’s ear, “Man does she need a personality adjustment.”

She whispered back, “Just like I needed one.  Thank you, by the way.”

I smiled at her and then looked back at Sandy.  She was staring at us, spitting mad.

George turned to Sandy and said, “If this is the JV squad, that means that your final routine had better be orders of magnitude fancier than theirs.”  He gave her a challenging look.

She gave him a haughty look back, “Don’t worry, it will be.”  She gave us an evil look and went back and started exercising.  She didn’t notice but she and Rose kept going as the other team members collapsed one by one.  We just watched as she yelled and screamed at them all day.  We would have liked to talk to some of the choreographers, but Sandy sent them away with a “We don’t need any help.”  Technically we were all one school so she, as head cheerleader, could do that for all of us.

We all went to bed that night not getting much done.

The next morning I stashed a baggie with six chocolates in my work bag.  I took care of my girls after breakfast like the day before.  When we got to practice, it was easy to see that Sandy and Rose were slowing down a bit.  They were still better than the others, but not light years ahead like yesterday.  After lunch they were really starting to break down.  By about four they had the shakes.  I had Melissa go tell Sandy that she could get more chocolates to solve her problem if she was interested.  An hour later, she came over and asked Melissa for more chocolates.  Melissa signaled me and I went to the janitor’s closet where I took care of my girls every morning.  A minute later Sandy showed up, Rose trailing behind her.  I locked us in the closet, then handed each of them a chocolate.  Each of them scarfed down their chocolate and seconds later was staring off into space.  I began the standard indoctrination litany.

“Slaves Sandy and Rose, who has the chocolates that you need?”

“You do.”

“Slaves Sandy and Rose, who has complete control over if you get the chocolate you need to stay alive?”

“You do!”

“Who has complete control of whether you live or die?”

“You do!”

“Since I have complete control over you, you must be owned by me.  Correct?”

“Yes.”

“Who is your owner, Slave Sandy?”

“You are!”

“And who is your owner, Slave Rose?”

“You are!”

“And as my possessions, both of you must do anything and everything I tell you to do, right?”

“Yes!”

“And you know I am a wonderful owner, and because of that you love me beyond all belief, correct, Slaves?”

“Oh, yes!”

I usually ended here and continued later, but like Melissa before, I wanted to finish.  So I handed them another chocolate which they gobbled down with a happy look.

“You two ache with need and desire for me, don’t you?”

Sandy said, “Oh, Yes!” while Rose just grunted, “Uh, huh!”

“Who owns you?”

“You do!”

“So who owns your pussy?”

“You do!”

“What are your fuckable and pleasure giving pussies for, Slaves?”

“For fucking and giving pleasure.”

“For fucking and giving pleasure to who?”

“You, of course!”

“Obeying me, the master that you love, is the most pleasurable and wonderful thing you can do, isn’t it, Slaves?”

“Oh, yes!”

“In fact, it is impossible to disobey me, isn’t it, Slaves?”

“Oh, yes, of course it is!”

“My every whim is what you want to do, isn’t it, Slaves?”

“Yes!”

“There is no right or wrong, only what I want you to do and what I don’t want you to do, correct, Slaves?”

“Yes.”

“I am the most important person ever, more important than Jesus or God.  Since you worship me, who do you worship?”

“You!”

“Okay, my wonderful Slaves, wake up!”

The two of them immediately kneeled before me.  I was a bit pissed at them, so I thought that I needed to punish them a bit.  I said, “Slaves, remove your cheer tops, then unfasten my pants and take out my cock.”

The two of them immediately removed their cheer tops, also removing their underlying sports bras, showing their beautiful breasts with hard nips.  Sandy reached out and unfastened my pants and pulled them down with my boxers.  My hard cock popped out.  “Rose, suck on my dick until I tell you to stop.”

She proceeded to give me a fairly decent blow job.  Just before I came I said, “Both of you open your mouths.”  A few strokes and I filled their mouths with cum.  They swallowed and immediately both zoned out.  “My cock that you see before you.  Because of that wonderful cock I am the center of your universe.  There is NOTHING more important than me.  You ache painfully for me whenever you are away from me.  You will beg to be near me.  There is nothing else besides me in your thoughts.  Your greatest dream is to kneel at my feet and be treated like the bitch you are.  It is wonderful beyond all dreams if you get petted by me.  It is paradise if you get to blow me or fuck me.  Your every goal is to find ways to be near me and obey me.  You will do anything, no matter how nasty, evil, painful or degrading, as long as it doesn’t go against my, your owner’s, wishes, just to be near me.  Embarrassment doesn’t matter, you just want to be near me.  Your greatest fear is that you will be separated from me.  You exist just to be near me and be sexy.  My slightest whim is your command.  Jealousy isn’t important, you are happy if I am with a girl, because I am happy.  You also love all the other girls I own; they are your slave sisters.”  There, that should be interesting.

“Now wake up.”

 

Chapter 17

 

Maybe I went too far.  The two of them woke up and stared at my cock, drooling, mindless.  I said, “Give my cock a lick and a kiss, then we need to get back to practice.”

Sandy leaned over, swirled her tongue over my dick, then gave it a very wet kiss.  Rose duplicated the effort.  I stroked their heads and scratched behind their ears.  They sighed in delight.  I tucked myself in, they just kneeled there with their heads bowed.  “Girls, put on your tops now.  I love seeing lots of skin, but you will be away from me if you are arrested for indecent exposure.  You can disrobe when we are alone.”

They immediately put on their tops.  I pulled them to their feet, giving their beautiful asses a squeeze.  “Welcome to the family.  All the girls in my ‘JJ’ squad are also your slave sisters.”

Rose let out a giggle and a, “Goodie!”  Sandy just smiled.

“As my slaves, and because I am a good and kind owner, I grant you great physical abilities.  Use them only for cheering and for good.”  It was corny, but they stared at me anyway in complete and utter devotion.  As we left the closet I gave their asses a final squeeze, then led them back to practice.

Back at practice, it was a whole new story.  We all integrated together, and we got the choreographer to come over to help.  Sandy and Rose were having fun lifting other cheerleaders over their head with one hand.  The two of them stuck close to me, not wanting to be far.  The other cheerleaders were a bit confused, Sandy and Rose were spending their time talking to their sisters; which the rest of the Varsity squad still saw as the JJ squad.  By the end of the day, they were being polite.  I think only because Sandy was being nice.

Because of our strength we developed a real humdinger of a routine with lots of pyramids, throws, and jumps.  I was the only guy, but my girls were still four times more powerful than any guy so they really could do some tricks.

Sandy and Rose eagerly joined in on the daily post breakfast cum snack.  They became really nice girls, and they followed me around like ducklings.  Some of my other girls rolled their eyes whenever Sandy and Rose showed up, but they didn’t say anything about their fellow sister cum slaves.

A few days after showing Sandy and Rose who was boss, one of the other cheerleaders came up and asked, point blank, “Why the hell are you hanging around with this freshman loser anyway?”

Sandy and Rose actually got angry.  They whipped around and said, “Tom is no loser.  He is nice, handsome, and damn sexy.  I enjoy hanging out with him.  You should try it sometime.”  She turned back to face me and the puppy dog with big eyes look returned.  The startled cheerleader watched for a minute then left.

That night, I felt a girl slip into bed with me.  Thinking it was one of my girls, I kissed her, then slowly made love to her, leaving a large deposit in her quim.  I curled up with her, dozing off.  The next morning when I awoke, in the morning light I found out it was Janet, one of the other cheerleaders.  She whispered in my ear, “Sandy was right, you are damn sexy.  Great in bed too.  Thank you for the best night of my life.”  She gave me a big smooch, grabbed her outfit and took off before the morning bell.

Every night that week, I got a different cheerleader.  On the night before our final presentation, the current one made a mistake.  I awoke to a blow job.  Before I could stop her she swallowed my entire load.  As she zoned out, I pulled her up and whispered the enslavement litany with her, it was pretty much all I could do.  Sun Li was added to my collection.  I quickly shooed her out before the bell.  She joined the others after breakfast for their daily dose. 

I was going to have to report this to Jenny.  Sex without the semen entering orally didn’t seem to have the effects.  Admittedly, the girls were doing better because they were happier, but there weren’t any of the enhanced side effects.  It had been six days since the first cheerleader, Janet, had joined me for the night, and she wasn’t showing any withdrawal symptoms.  She was very friendly though.

This was the last day of camp.  We were having the competition with the other squads at camp.  It was pretty intense, but my girls were relaxed, and so was most of the rest of the squad.

We went on and did our routine.  It was fairly well choreographed and definitely the most athletic.  We ended with the now famous reverse pyramid.  As we finished, you could almost hear the crickets chirping as the judges and the entire camp stood there with their jaws hanging. Then it hit us like a wall, the cheering and clapping were unbelievably loud.  It got even louder with a lot of gasps as the girls started jumping off the pyramid, flipping in the air, and doing perfect landings.  They would have tested to see if we were juicing if the judges hadn’t been the same ones from the other competition last spring and they remembered the similar routine and the tests afterward.

We won hands down.  One judge commented that he was looking forward to seeing us at the state finals next February then the U.S Finals in Florida next April.

As we came up for the trophy, the camp director asked, “Where did you learn to do all that?”

All the girls turned to look at me.  ‘Gee thanks, ladies,’ I thought.  “We have our own training center where we work to our own pace.” I said.  “No coaches or other trainers, we just challenge ourselves to be better.”  I left it at that.  Let them make of that as they will.

That night I was joined by two cheerleaders.  I kept them up most of the night, all my roommates were complaining.  They were mostly gay, so they were just complaining about the noise.  I fucked those two cheerleaders, leaving a dozen deposits in both of them.  That was a mistake, one of them reached down in the morning, and grabbed a fingerful of cum running down her leg.  The other girl said, “Eeww” and ran off.  This girl slurped it right up.  So I got to add Henrietta (known as Hen), a pretty auburn haired girl, to my collection.  That made four new girls.

All the cheerleaders, whether they were mine or not, swarmed around me on the way home.  I told all my ladies to come over anytime, but for sure to be at the house in the morning.

 

Chapter 18

 

We got back late, so they all had to go home.  Susie and I were picked up by our Mom.  We crashed back at the estate, Cassie and Jenny were already in bed.  I was coming back from the bathroom when I heard Susie talking.  A little surprised, I peeked around the corner.  Susie was kneeling before the bed, her eyes closed, head bowed, and her hands folded.  “Thank you Tom, for your wonderful gifts.  For owning us, for taking care of us, for always being there for us.  We love you and will always love you.  Today we thank you for winning the trophy for us.  Thank you Tom, In your name, Amen.”  Well, I had told them to pray to me. Heh. That is kinda cool.

The next morning all the girls arrived.  I was hard and so I had all twelve of them line up, mouths open.  A few strokes and I spewed, going down the line, leaving a deposit on everyone’s tongue.

They swallowed and stared off into space.  “Who owns you?”  I asked quietly.

A chorus of “You do” came back.

“You have no rights because you are just my property, like an old shoe.  You love me so much that you don’t care, though.  So who owns you?”

A much louder, “You do!”

“Who owns your fuckable pussy?”

“You do!”

“Since your purpose is to do what I want, and all you want is to be my fuck toy, what is your purpose?”

“To do what you want and be your fuck toy!”

“Who owns your fuckable pussy?”  I asked again.

“You do!”

“For whom does your pussy ache in need?”

“You!”

“Who must you always happily obey, even if you don’t want to?”

“You!”

After seeing Susie pray last night, I said, “Who to you pray to, to thank and for help?”

“You!”

“Then why are you still dressed?  We are alone on this estate which means that you only wear clothes when we have guests!  You will get undressed, turn around and put your head between your knees.  Now wake up and do it!”

They all scrambled out of their clothes, turned around and presented their perfect asses to me.  Since I hadn’t fucked Sandy or Rose yet, I slid into them and left a deposit deep in both of their snapping pussies as they collapsed.  I went down the line, leaving a deposit in each pussy, watching them collapse in delight.  I just loved to see that.

I was relaxing eating a bowl of Alpha-bits, when Jenny came over and sat down next to me.  I remembered what I had to tell her.  “Jenny, I found out that only oral contact causes the side effects.  Normal sexual activity doesn’t.  I observed one girl for seven days after sex with her, and no addiction.”

“That is interesting.  Saliva or HCl must break it down into the components needed to make it work.  I’ll have to test that, maybe we could come up with an IV based version.”

“Cool.”

“Master... I am pregnant.”

It took a second for it to hit me, then I was overjoyed.  “That is fantastic!  How long?”  I placed my hand on her bare belly.

“Two months.  It probably took the first day I came over to visit you.”

“I am so happy.  This is wonderful news!  Have you told your sisters yet?”

“No.”

“You must do so immediately!  Oh, I am so happy!”  I noticed that she was still sitting there, looking scared.  “Why aren’t you celebrating?”

“I don’t understand the side effects here.  I am scared.”

“Look, my family has been this way for centuries.  Somehow they did it.  Now celebrate, damn it!”  I pulled out my phone and called Mom, “Mom, guess what?  Jenny is pregnant!” 

She whooped and said, “I’ll be right there!”

The rest of my girls came into the kitchen.  Jenny told them.  Immediately they all were dancing and shouting with glee.  A minute later my Mom came into the room and joined them.

Jenny still wasn’t entirely happy.  I grabbed Rissa, went into the next room, bent her over and fucked her until her quim was full.  I stuck my finger in, getting hard again but ignoring it, grabbed a finger full, then went into the other room and put my cum covered finger in Jenny’s mouth.  She immediately zoned out.  I whispered in her ear, “Being pregnant is wonderful.  You are so happy to give a child to your master.  No matter what, it is the most fantastic thing you have ever done.  You love your master and you love your new baby almost as much.  You are very, very happy.  Wake up.”  She joined in the celebration a bit more enthusiastically.  That evening I made sure every one of my girls had a pussy full of spunk. 

Cassie had been working out all day, but wasn’t even sweating.  Whatever changes were made, it sure worked well.  Jenny said that it did several things, increased number of muscle attachments was one of them, but the bodies’ immune system got the major changes.  The old system was almost entirely wiped out, replaced by a new one that was tremendously better.  However, the new one needed chemical trace amounts to stay regulated properly, though even a few drops of my semen a day would do the trick.  Once the new system was in operation, it could produce massive amounts of anything the body needed, instantly repairing the muscles, preventing the person from getting tired.  That is also why a person with the system healed so fast, the new system dumped a type of stem cell into the blood that accelerated repairs.  Jenny figured that since I naturally produced the regulation chemical, which was why I had all the abilities as well.  Unfortunately, unless someone had my seminal vessel, they needed an outside source of the regulation chemical.  Along with the chemicals it produced was a type of biological nanite setup to produce the new system if needed.  Jenny figured that it must have evolved over a long period of time, and since it worked less severely with my grandpa’s ladies, it finally had reached the evolutionary point where it completely took over from the host’s original system.

Jenny figured that a full dose with the bio-nanites would be the start needed, but from then on, only the regulation chemical would be needed.  She was working on isolating it for testing.  I told her that she couldn’t use herself as a guinea pig, to ask one of the other girls to help.  She protested until I reminded her that she was pregnant, and then she clammed up.

The next day we got ready to leave for Nationals, in Connecticut of all places.  We all were going, even Sandy, Rose, Sun Li, and Hen.  Mom and Dad of course were going, too.  That was 15 plane tickets.  Nice chunk of change, about $20K.

We bustled through the airport in no time, I followed Mom and Dad, my eleven girls following me like ducklings.  It must have been interesting to see.  We took up the entire first class section of the airplane.  It wasn’t long before Cassie, Susie, and Melissa joined the mile high club with me.  It was a fun flight.  Many of the girls had never flown before.

We dropped Cassie off at the gym for practice, then headed to the hotel.  Soon we filled up a hotel corridor.  The girls just wanted to stay in my suite, but fire rules made them get their own rooms officially, the twins staying with me.  We barely had enough time for some petting before we had to meet Cassie and her coach for dinner.

Her coach was an arrogant prick.  Unfortunately he was good.  He had seen Cassie at the regionals and volunteered to coach her for the nationals.  After the poor choreography she had had, she had jumped at the chance.  She told me privately that if she was a normal girl, she would be in the hospital because of him.  My research of him turned up some nasty stuff, like how six out of the seven previous girls he had coached had sustained a major injury and had been forced to retire.

He sat through dinner like it was a chore.  It was, for us.  He was so arrogant I had to really fight not to punch him on his pompous nose.  My dad was feeling the same way about the asshole.  Both of us had to be stared down by Cassie to prevent bloodshed.

The next morning, Cassie slipped into my room and sucked me off.  I whispered in her ear as she zoned out, “You are the best athlete here, now make me proud, wake up and go kick some ass!” 

The first event was the horse.  She easily duplicated what she did at regionals, flipping up and over and just casually reaching out to tap the horse lightly, landing without a movement.  Four 10.0s and one 9.9.  Her second run came out the same, four 10.0s and one 9.9 from the sour faced lady who got booed.  She easily won the gold for the horse.

Next up was the parallel bars.  Effortlessly Cassie flipped around, landing at the end without even the smallest movement.  Again four 10.0s and a single 9.9.  Another gold.

That evening we celebrated with a slow screw in my room.  She sucked me off again in the morning.

First up for the day was the balance beam.  She actually got five 10.0s and another gold.

Up last was the floor show.  That was where she had received the lower scores at regionals and why we put up with the new coach.  Her routine was very good.  She had one move in there that got everyone cheering, she did the diagonal run with the four flips in the air, then she did a triple back flip, then a double forward flip and one final back flip.  She had already done all the required moves, so this was the extra part.  It almost brought the house down.  She got four 10.0s and a single 9.9 again.  Easily getting the fourth gold.

We cheered and cheered.  Since we almost instantly healed, we couldn’t cheer until we went hoarse, so we kept cheering.  Cassie was on the National team, and if she was still on it in a year, off to the Olympics! 

That night we had to go to dinner with Mom and Dad, but afterwards we partied.  I left a load in every single one of my girls.  We all curled up together and fell asleep.

On the way home, Amanda, Rose, Sun Li, and Jenny joined the mile high club, to their delight.

Reporters were camped out front of the main gate when we got back.  We had to honk and rev our engine to get them to move aside so we could drive in.  Several of the reporters snuck in with the car.  I called the police and had them removed.

Twice that first night I had to have the police remove a fence jumper, deleting their camera’s flash cards each time.  Fortunately, there were no tall buildings nearby, so no paparazzi were able to use telescopic lenses on us.

I went through the phone book and found a big name security agency.  I called the main number.

“Hello, Winston Security, how may I help you?”

“Yes, I would like to talk to whoever handles private security please.”

“Yes sir.  Hold on a moment...”  No Muzak.  They went up a few points in my mind.  “Hello, Winston.  Fred Anderson speaking.”

“I need to hire security, full NDA, for an estate.  Immediately.”

“I can have several people there within the hour.  For long term use, we usually set up a hiring process.”

“Sounds good.  The situation is that my sister just won the gymnastic nationals and the media is being a real pain.  The budget for this is seven figures.  Also, there are a lot of women training here, so if you have any female personnel, that would be ideal.”

“I will see what I can come up with.  Can I have your name?”

“Oh, sorry.  Tom Johnson.  Contact Quincy bank on 7th for credit references.  My number is 555-3907.”

“I will have someone there within the hour to evaluate the situation and design a security protocol for you.”

“Sounds like a plan.  Thanks.”

I waited by the gate, ignoring all the microphones thrust through the bars.  A tough looking but cute blonde woman about 30 years old showed up after about 45 minutes and shouted over the ruckus, “Winston Security!”  I let her in the door next to the gate.  Once inside she looked at the reporters and said with a grin, “I see your problem.”  I liked her immediately.  She held out her hand, “Trisha Wells.”

“Tom Johnson.”

“I am going to call in a few guards to cover things until we get a plan in place.  Is that okay with you?”

“Sure.  You’re the expert.  I’m sure Fred has done the credit check by now.  You know I can easily afford it.”

She just smiled and pulled out her phone and made a call.  “Fred...  Uh, huh...  We need a type four temporary security until we get a plan in place...  Yes...  Good.”  She looked over at me and said, “They were on alert.  Ten people will be here in 15 minutes.”

“We might as well wait here to let them in.  Let me go over the basic layout here for you.”  I explained the basic estate plan, my parent’s house, that we had a training facility with females, and that there was a research lab in one of the buildings.  Then I told her that my sister had just won the gymnastic nationals, and that was what all the hoopla was about.

“Out of curiosity, what event did she win?”

“All four.”

“No wonder there are reporters camped out on your doorstep.  Geez, I want to meet her too!  She must be an amazing athlete.”

Her phone rang.  She turned and let in the guards.  She started issuing orders, and they fanned out.  Several around the perimeter, several on the gate, and three roving guards.

I led her to the house.  My girls knew that company was coming, so they had their mini-skirts and handkerchief tops on.  They shook Trisha’s hand, then I led her into the den where I had the estate plans laid out on a table.  She descended like a vulture, examining the plans so intently I bet she had them memorized in five minutes.

As she started jotting things down in a notepad she pulled out, I asked, “Trisha, I am a bit curious myself, what’s your background?  I am guessing military.”

“I was Marine special ops until I got sick about six months ago.  My uncle works at Winston, so I got a job there.”

“Sick?”

“Cancer, inoperable.”

“Not necessarily.  That is what the lab here is working on.  There is still one side effect, but I can offer you a cure.”

Her head whipped up, “What?  Are you serious?”

“Yes, if you stay on to handle our security, I will have Dr. Franks talk to you about it.  Basically, it is a two pill a week regimen, but you cannot stop taking them.  You will be cured within 48 hours, though.”

“That is one enticing carrot, boy!”

I grinned.  “Yup.”

“Then I had better get some more details and get this working!”

We sat down and designed the new security layout along with personal guards for those leaving the compound.  She said that she knew of seven female guards that we could get full time if this cure of mine worked out.  All ex-Marines friends of hers who had to leave the Corps due to illness.  She commented that there was a very high incidence of cancer in Gulf War vets.  She also commented that she knew of, but didn’t know personally, several female Army and Air Force vets in the same situation.

I commented, “Then we had better get Dr. Franks in here to talk to you about it, then.”  I went to the door and called out into the next room.  “Jenny, could you come here for a minute?  We need a professional consultation.”

Jenny came bouncing over.  Trisha took one look at Jenny in her mini-skirt and handkerchief top and said, “She is a doctor?  She looks more like a teenybopper model!”

“I assure you that she is a very good doctor.  She works in the ER at the local hospital and does research here in her lab during her off hours.  And yes, she does look like a model.”  I grinned, then turned to Jenny.  “Jenny, could you talk to Trisha here about getting her on TMJ.”

“Sure, Tom.  Could you excuse us for a bit?”

“I will wait in the living room.”  As I left them, I was thinking about Trisha’s comment.  “Teenybopper”, eh?  Jenny had been looking a lot younger, although she hadn’t looked bad at twenty nine, she now looked about nineteen.  I would have to check with the twins about their mother.

They took a lot longer than I was expecting.  I thought they would talk for ten minutes, then be done.  But they took over an hour.  As they both emerged, I asked, “Do we have a deal?”

A smiling Trisha said, “Yes we do.”  She shook both my and Jenny’s hands.

“Good.  Jenny, why don’t you get her a prescription, and Trisha, I will leave you to do your thing.”

A few minutes later I saw Jenny hand Trisha a bottle and a glass of water.  Trisha took two of the pills to start with.  She commented, “Wow, these are really good!”

The next day, Trisha was running all over the estate.  She said that she felt like a kid again.  The next day I sent her to the VA to get her cancer checked.  She came back and gave both Jenny and me big hugs.  “They say I am in complete remission!”  She jumped up and shouted, “Boo-yah!”  She was a bit surprised when she almost hit the ceiling of the two story foyer.  She glanced at Jenny.  “Increased strength and endurance, eh?  Wow, I’ll say!”  Looking over at me, she said, “You have your security.  I will have seven ex-marines here by tomorrow.”

I said, “Great.  Also TMJ will cure almost any injury.  If there is another marine or two who have lost an organ or are paralyzed, there is a good chance it will help them too.  The only kudos here is that I request that you check in with Jenny here for her research.”

Two days later, we had twelve new women guards in rough shape, two in wheelchairs, and three nearly on their deathbeds.  Two days after that, we had twelve guards jogging around the perimeter for exercise.  I paid a bonus to the original guys who had helped and wrote them nice recommendation letters.  I arranged with Winston to hire Trisha directly, paying them a nice big fee and agreeing to put up Winston security signs and recommending them in the future.

I met with all the new guards, explaining that for security purposes that they would have to pack into the four servants’ quarters, tripling up, until the reporters left.  Then we would build them a guard house of their own where they would each have a room to themselves.  Being ex-military, they had no problems with the fairly large servants’ quarters and were glad to stay there for now.  I told them that while the girls and I had priority, they could use the pool and weight room.

Then I dropped what I thought would be an issue.  “Because we were alone before, the girls and I often didn’t bother to get dressed to work out or swim.  They and I would really like to relax like that again.  If any of you have any problems with that, we can arrange schedules.”  It turned out that they had no problems with that.  In fact, Trisha had something to add.

“Actually, since we are all here for the long haul, after all, we can’t leave for more than a few days, I for one am planning on relaxing with a nice skinny dip or a nature jog.”  The rest of them looked thoughtful and a few nodded.

Now that they had all recovered, most of them were quite pretty.  I was tempted, but resisted for now.  “The only other rule is that you to are dress nicely for, be courteous, and be respectful to my parents.  I have asked Trisha to try to make the security for their house unobtrusive.  My mother understands, but my dad is a bit grumpy.”  They nodded.

Now that we had some guards, Sandy, Rose, Sun Li, and Henrietta were able to finally go home.  They immediately asked their parents if they could stay on the estate “to train”.  Amanda, Mandy and Traci had done so a long time ago and were already living there.  All of them except Sun Li got permission.  She was eighteen, so she just moved out and onto the estate.  Her parents were pretty upset, they had an arranged marriage all set up for her.  Her guard actually had to intervene so she could leave.

We filled in the bedrooms, Melissa and Clarissa taking one; Cassie and Susie taking one; Amanda, Mandy, and Traci taking one; Sandy, Rose, Sun Li, and Henrietta taking a fourth.  That left two spare normal bedrooms.

That evening, there were six pretty, naked ex-marines working out in the weight room and two swimming in the pool.  The other four were on duty.  My girls joined them and we all had fun with an impromptu party.  I relaxed in the hot tub and called over to one of the hot marines, a blonde with a pony tail, “Hey, would you like to join me?”  I’ll be darned, but she did!  She settled down next to me with a very girlish giggle.  I asked, “So what’s your name?”

“Courtney.”

“Well, hi there Courtney, I’m Tom.”  I said with a big smile.  She giggled again.  I pulled her to me and gave her a big kiss.  She melted into my arms, straddling me.  She reached down and, holding my cock, slid down all the way.

She groaned and bit her lip.  “Damn, it has been too long,” she gasped as she rode me.  I reached over and tweaked her hard nips and she started orgasming, over and over.  I came deep inside her and she felt the warmth and had a final massive orgasm. 

I glanced around, no one was near.  Lifting my body out of the water, I reached down and got a finger full of cum, then placed it to her lips.  “Hmmm, yummy,” she murmured as she sucked the sperm covered finger clean.  She immediately zoned out.

“Courtney, who made you feel wonderful?”

“Hmmm, you did!”

“And you love feeling like this and want to feel like this all the time, don’t you?”

“You bet I do!”

“And you know I am the only one who can make you feel this good, don’t you?”

“Oh, yes!”

“And you will tell all your sister marines how wonderful I am, won’t you?”

“I sure will!”

“You secretly love me, don’t you?”

“Yes.”

“And you know that I control your medicine, so I control you.”

“Yes.”

“Since you love me and I control you, you know I own you, don’t you?”

“Oh, yes.”

“And you are happy about that, because I am so wonderful, aren’t you?”

“Yes.”

I got another finger full and let her suck it off again.

“I am the most wonderful master and owner in the world.  You ache to be in my presence.  You adore my cock.  It is the most fantastic thing guarding me, because it is even better than guarding God.  You love all your fellow sisters who live with me as your own sisters.  You think it is the most wonderful thing to be one of my girls and to be near to and take care of me.  Now tell me, who do you love?”

“You, my master and my sisters.”

“Very good!”  She groaned in delight.  “Who owns your sexy fuckable pussy?”

“You do, Master.”

“Good answer!  Who is the most wonderful master and owner in the world?”

“You, of course!”

“Good Answer.  You know that there is no right and wrong, the only thing that matters is what I want and don’t want.  Correct?”

“Yes, Master.”

I fed her another fingerful.  “I am more important than anything, even God.  You will pray to me for all your desires and to help solve all your problems.  You really want all your sister marines to belong to me too, so you will convince them to fuck me and become real sisters to you.”

“Oh, yes Master, thank you Master.”

“Now wake up and cuddle with me.” 

She snuggled down on my chest, still impaled, sighing with contentment.  A minute later another guard came over, a pretty redhead this time.  Courtney looked up and said, “Damn, Wendy, you have to try this!”

“Looks like fun, move over.”  Courtney moved aside, and Wendy slid down my hard cock.  “Shit, this is the best cock I have ever felt!”

A few minutes later, she was zoned out on a finger full of cum and I was giving her the litany.  I gave her a second and third finger full, ending with telling Courtney to tell Wendy in detail how wonderful I am.

I left them there, Courtney still talking to the zoned out Wendy.

Over the next few days, I took all the guards except Trisha as mine.  They sure were a horny bunch.

It was the day before school started.  I was watching Mall Cops on TV.  Trisha came over to me, completely naked, and said, “I hear that you are pretty damn good.”  Without a word from me, she stroked my cock hard then mounted me.  “Fuck, I heard right!”  Moaning, she rode me to six climaxes before I came, filling her up, making her scream and collapse in a massive final orgasm, gibbering.  I pulled out and gave her a big finger full from the cream pie.  The indoctrination litany later, and she was mine.

The next morning before school, Trisha came to me while I was eating my Cheerios, leading a pretty girl, about 10 years old.  I gave Trisha a look, she had a apprehensive combined with hopeful and worshipful look on her face.  At my raised eyebrow, she said, “Master, this is my daughter, Eve.  I thought all night, and I don’t want her raised away from you, not understanding how wonderful you are.  Please, Master, could you take her in as a sister?”

“Trisha, do you understand that I will own her, like I own you?  You are giving her to me?”

“Oh, yes, Master.  There is nothing I want more.”

“Okay, then.  Bring her here and teach her to give me a blow job.”

“Yes, Master.”  She led the girl across the room.  Eve was staring at my woody with big eyes.  “Eve, reach out and take hold of Master’s cock.”

She reached out and circled it with her fist.  “It is so hard yet so soft!”

“Now kiss it.”  Eve was mesmerized as she leaned forward and kissed the side of my cock next to her hand.

“Ooh, it tastes good!”

“Now, kiss the end, then lick it.”

She did so.  It felt fantastic and she got a spurt of precum on her tongue.  I could see Eve zone out a little.

“Now you want to suck it into your mouth as far as you can, licking it as you go.”  The way that was phrased, Eve was going to want to suck my cock for the rest of her life.  Eve managed to get about seven inches into her mouth.

“Every once in a while, you want to pull back and lick Master’s cock up and down.  Gently play with his balls underneath.  That’s it, now you want to suck it into your mouth again.  Move your hand up and down a little.  Perfect.”

Eve was giving me a fantastic blow job.  I was about to cum.  “Both of you, get down and ready for some cream.”  They kneeled next to each other with their mouths open.  I filled both with man cream and they both zoned out.

“Trisha, you are happier than even when Eve was born.  You are glad that you have such a wonderful offering for your Master.  You are ecstatic that Master loves your offering and you are happy that your former daughter, now his property, will be with you as one of your sisters.  As her former mother, you will take your new sister under your wing as her mentor.  You will leave now and go masturbate in your bunk dreaming about how you have made your Master happy.  Afterwards, remember that we need to be driven to school.”  She got up and practically skipped from the room.

“Eve, you now belong to me.  There is nothing more important than me, your Master.  Your entire purpose in life is to be one of my tools, to do what I want.  Eve, who owns you?”

“You do, Master.”

“What is your purpose in life?”

“To do what you want, Master.”

“Good answer.  The most fun you have ever had in your life was giving Master his blow job.  You love his cock.  It is the most wonderful and beautiful thing in the world.  You want to play with it as much as Master will let you.  Eve, what it the most wonderful thing in the world?”

“Your cock, Master.”

“All the girls on this estate belong to me as well.  They are your sisters and you love them very much.  You know that people other than your sisters don’t understand how wonderful of a Master I am, so you will call me “Uncle Tom” when others are around and not tell them about how perfect my cock is.  Do you understand?”

“Yes, Master.”

“You love me so much that it hurts when you are away from me.  You will draw little hearts and the like in your notebooks about me.”

“Yes, Master.”

“Now wake up and give me a big cuddle hug.”  She jumped up on my lap and gave me a big hug, snuggling down on my chest. 

“I love you, Master,” she murmured into my chest.

“Now we have to get ready for school.  Your sister mentor Trisha, your former mother, will drive us.”

She reluctantly got up and headed off, I assume to get ready for school.  I headed back to my room and got dressed, grabbing my book bag and heading out front.

Chapter 19

 

Trisha, Wendy, and two other guards, Val and Amy, were waiting next to two big black SUVs.  The other girls were coming out and piling in, so I joined them.  I saw Eve dash out of the house, go up to Trisha, give her a hug, and say, “Thank you, Trisha, for giving me to Master.”

Trisha hugged her back, “I am so happy that you are happy, sister Eve.  Now hop into the car so we can get going.”

She dropped all of us except Eve and Susie off at the High School.  Wendy and Val followed us in.  Apparently Cassie and I rated full time bodyguards.  I got Wendy and Val took off after Cassie.

There were a lot of really hot girls in the hallways.  I figured out where my first period was, and sat down.  Wendy sat next to the door, just outside.  Clarissa was also in my first period English class.

There was a television system in the school, and the principal got on it and did the announcements, he also announced that Cassie was on the National team and probably going to the Olympics.  Wonderful.  I hope she would be okay.  I was glad that she had a bodyguard to run interference.

There was an idiot sitting next to me that just wouldn’t shut up.  I ignored him, but I knew that it wouldn’t take me very long to blow my stack at the annoying bastard.  Looking around the room, there were a few cuties, but none that really struck me.  The teacher was an old hag that probably remembered when her pet dinosaur died.

Second period Earth Science was a little more interesting.  None of my girls were in the class, but the hottie who sat in front of me, Carla, I hoped would soon change that.

Third period was Trigonometry, another boring class, but there was one hot bookish type with big glasses, Vanna, that I thought would be nice to have.

Fourth period was Russian.  I had signed up for the language for the fun of it.  It was quite interesting.  We got an assignment to learn Cyrillic.

Lunch I met with most of my girls.  Since the JV tryouts weren’t until after school, the cheerleaders from last year were hanging out.  They all invited us to join them at their table, knowing that we would easily make JV.  Of course, the head cheerleader was Sandy, one of my girls, so that helped.

Fifth period was Physical Education.  I dressed and went to stand in line.  The teacher told us to call him Coach Yates, then he took roll.  On the far end was a pretty girl I remembered from middle school, Penny.  She hadn’t been then, but was now in a wheelchair.  When asked, she told Coach Yates that it was MS in a slow voice.  I wondered if TMJ would work for her.  She was a nice person, and I really wanted to help her.  I went over to her at a quiet point in class and said, “Penny.  I work with some people who are doing cutting edge research, and may be able to get you out of that chair.  Call me this evening after cheer practice.”  I handed her a slip with my digits.  (The paparazzi hadn’t discovered my personal cell number yet.)  I took off before she could say anything.

I spent the class trying not to overdo anything.

The coach went over to Wendy and asked why she was standing by the door.  I didn’t hear what she said, but the coach glanced my way and then ignored her from then on.

Sixth and last period was Art.  For some strange reason they had us making ash trays.  Smoking was illegal on school grounds.  Go figure.  There wasn’t a single hot girl in the class.  There were a few iffy ones, and the rest were dogs.

After school were the Cheerleading tryouts.  As a freshman, we had to try out and were automatically on the JV squad.  JV would also have any other girls who were not up to snuff.  Varsity was only for upperclassmen who were really good.  Of course girls who were on the varsity squad the year before were automatically on, so Sandy, Rose, Sun Li, and Henrietta were seniors and on the varsity squad.  There were five other varsity members that I had slept with.  I decided to add Janet to my list of prospective girls.  She was super-hot and really good in bed.

Not including Penny, that gave me three girls, Carla, Vanna, and Janet.  That was a good list for now.  I planned to bring in a few boxes of chocolates tomorrow.

After easily making the squad (the coach was all excited), I headed with my girls to the parking lot and we climbed into the waiting SUVs.  Halfway home I got a call.  It was Penny, she burst out without preliminaries.  “What do you mean, you are working with some people?”

“Hi to you too, Penny.  There is a researcher living in my guesthouse that has a prototype medicine called TMJ that can cure almost anything.  It has repaired damaged spines and organs and many other similar things like that.  It has even cured cancer.  I thought that since you appeared to be degrading that you might want to try it.”

“I don’t believe you.  But I would like to try it anyway, I am desperate.  Problem is that my parents have given up and won’t let me.”

“I can get you some to try.  I’ll bring it tomorrow.  Meet me by the front doors ten minutes before first period.”

“Deal.  See you then.”

“Bye.”

I noticed that Sandy was crying.  I reached over and hugged her to me, asking, “What’s wrong, honey?”

She sobbed onto my shoulder.  “I-it is s-so h-hard not be-being with y-you all d-day!”

“I know, I know.  Just imagine how hard it is for Susie and Eve.”

Her eyes got big, “Oh!  My poor sisters!”  She sobbed even harder, Rose joining in.  The others rolled their eyes, not having the hardcore programming that Sandy and Rose had.

When I got home, Eve latched on to me.  “Oh, Master, I missed you so much!”  I stroked her hair, then disengaged and went to my room to undress.  Sandy, Rose, and Eve following like ducklings.  Their eyes were glued to my cock as I pulled off my pants.  I said, “Ladies, assume the position.”  Sandy and Rose sat on the edge of the bed, leaned back and pulled their knees to their shoulders.  Eve watched them and duplicated the position.

I slid home in Sandy, fucking her through four orgasms plus a final one where she passed out.  Moving over to Rose, I did the same through six orgasms.  Eve was dripping from her bare ten year old pussy.  I nudged her clit with my cock and she moaned.  I put it against her pussy and she was so wet it slid in an inch until it hit her hymen.  Another push and I slid in seven more inches.  She bit her lip, then moaned again.  Even though I still had two inches remaining, I started stroking.  Soon I had my whole cock pistoning in and out of that wonderfully tight pussy.  She squeaked every few strokes as she had small orgasms.  I sped up and she started squeaking like crazy.  Then I came, and it triggered a massive orgasm in her.  She screamed and passed out.

I got up and observed my three girls with cum dripping from their pussies.  What a wonderful sight to behold.  I went out to fridge in Jenny’s lab and got a bottle of TMJ pills.  I put it in the house fridge with several boxes of chocolates for school the next day.  Going back to the bedroom, the girls were conscious, and they were taking fingers full of cum from their pussies and sucking them clean, simultaneously telling each other about how wonderful I was and how honored they were to have me fuck them.  It was amazing to watch as they reinforced their own programming.

The sight was making me really horny again, so I went and found Wendy.  She was waxing the SUVs with Reena, another guard.  They were both nude and wet.  Youza.  Good thing there was no line of sight to the front gates from the house.  I came up behind her and rubbed my cock on her behind while I played with her beautiful melons.  She moaned and leaned back.  I bent her forward and slid home.  I commented, “Thank you for guarding me today.”  Then I fucked her until she was semi-conscious on the hood of the car.  Then I lined the red haired Reena (a real redhead!) up next to her and left a load in her too.  That finally took the edge off.  I went inside and got to work on my homework.

 

Chapter 20

 

The next morning after I had fucked Melissa and Amanda, and I was returning after pissing afterwards, Eve bounced into the room, sat on the edge of the bed and pulled her knees back.  She gave me a pleading look, so I fucked her unconscious and drooling.  Afterwards, I went and tossed two boxes of chocolates and the pills in my bookbag.

I met Penny ten minutes before the first bell.  I kneeled down next to her chair.  She looked at me and smiled.  “Hi.  I think I forgot that last time.”

I grinned back.  “Hi.”

“So what’s the deal?”

I pulled out the bottle of pills.  “This is called TMJ.  It will build a new immune system in your body and most likely cure you.  The problem is that it takes a trace biochemical to operate, so you need to take a pill every other day for the rest of your life.” 

She took the bottle and looked at it.  “That is hard to believe.  That kind of technology doesn’t exist.”

“Actually, it is a natural substance that has been refined into pill form.  I can’t tell you any more except that it is rare and expensive.”

“If I have to take it for the rest of my life, how expensive?”

“Very.  But you are now a clinical test subject so you get it for free.”

“I am still curious, how ‘very’ is very?”

“$5000 a pill.”

“Holy shit!”  She stared hard at the bottle of about 100 pills, worth half a million dollars.

She shook her head, more to clear it than anything.  “I am going to die in a few years, miserably, anyway.  What is the dosage?”

“Take four to start, then one every other day.  You can miss one once in a while, but be sure to take it the next day.  If you feel weak, take one.  Oh, and when you get home, refrigerate the pills.  Remember, this is on the down low, so don’t tell anyone about the pills.  I suppose you will have to tell your parents, but nobody else.  Please make them promise as well.”

She nodded in agreement, opened the lid, shook out four pills, put the bottle in her bag, then downed them.  I was curious to see if the dosage would be high enough to trigger the hypnotic effect.  One pill normally didn’t.

Sure enough, with four she zoned out.  I whispered in her ear, “You trust Tom Johnson with your life.  He is a wonderful guy.  You are falling in love with him.  You think it would be cool to be one of his girlfriends.  Now wake up and get to class.”

She blinked.  “Wow, those were delicious!  If it wasn’t so damn expensive, I would take more!”

I grinned.  “You will be able to walk in a few hours, but wait for your body to completely repair itself.  Wait until tomorrow morning when you get up to go dashing about.  Okay?”

“Yes, sir!”  She looked at the wall clock.  “I gotta get to class.  Later!”  She took off down the hall, the motor whirring on her chair.

I smiled up at the watching Wendy, then took off for my own class.  English was boring, as usual.  The idiot next to me still wouldn’t shut up.

Second period with Carla, I handed her the box of Chocolates.  I had learned from my mistakes, this was a small box of four.  She smiled at me, then scarfed down all four.  There were others around, so when she zoned out, I just said, “Don’t you just love me?  Now wake up.”  She blinked rapidly a few times, gave me a sultry smile, and turned to watch the lecture.

Third period there weren’t any assigned seats, so I sat next to Vanna.  I opened a box and held it out to her.  “Would you like one?  They are homemade.” 

She took one, muttered, “Thanks” and ate it.  Her eyebrows went up.  “That was really good,” she whispered to me just before she zoned out. 

I whispered back quickly so the teacher didn’t hear us, “That is because you love me.  Now wake up.”

Like Carla, she blinked a few times, and then smiled.  That was a smile to melt a glacier.  Then the lecture started and we had to pay attention to that.

At lunch, I was sitting between Sandy and Rose at the cheerleading table.  Janet was across from me.  I held out the box with three chocolates left.  “Want one, they’re homemade.” 

She daintily picked out one and nibbled on it.  Sharnei, a cute black girl next to Janet saw them, cried out, “Chocolate!”, grabbed one and scarfed it down.  Both of them said, “Ummm!” and Janet gobbled down the rest of hers.

Again because we were in public, I said, “Don’t you just love me?  Now wake up.”  I put away the last chocolate.  My missions for the day were complete.

I went over to Penny in gym.  “How’re you feeling?”

“Utterly fantastic!  I am having a real time keeping myself in this chair.  I know you said to wait, but I feel wonderful!”

“How long have you been in the chair?”

“About two months.”

“Then maybe you could do some simple things, but no running or other strenuous activity until tomorrow.  The problem is that your nervous system is probably fixed by now, but your body still needs to rebuild muscle mass before you jog a marathon.  By the way, eat a big meal when you get home tonight, and snack on lots of fatty foods.”

“I understand.”  She literally hopped up out of the chair.  “Wow, I feel great!”  She instantly gathered a crowd.  I held my finger to my lips to remind her to keep the pills on the down low.  She nodded at me in understanding.  Then she walked around her chair.

Coach came over and asked, “Penny, don’t you have MS?”

“It sure doesn’t feel like it right now!”  She laughed and walked around her chair again.

“I think you need to sit down and we will go talk to the nurse.”

She grabbed my arm.  “Only if Tom comes with me.”

“Fine.”  He looked up.  “The rest of you practice dribbling until I get back.”

We walked down to the nurse’s office, slowly.  I pushed the empty chair while Penny held on to my arm.

At the nurse’s office, Coach told him that Penny had suddenly jumped up and started walking.  The nurse, a little guy with a nametag, “Nurse Kevin”, knew of Penny’s condition, of course.  He was concerned as well.  “It is extremely rare, but there have been a few cases of MS that have gone into remission.  This is extraordinary!”

The Coach wanted to stay, but he had to get back to his class so he took off.

Nurse Kevin noticed Wendy standing by the door.  “Who is that?” he asked.

Penny chipped in, “Yeah, Tom, who is that?  I saw her yesterday.”

“Oh, that is my bodyguard.  Nice lady named Wendy.  Want to meet her?”

They both blinked.  Nurse Kevin said, “Maybe later.”  He turned back to Penny.  “You, my dear, will need to go to the doctor and have some tests run.  I will call your mother now to pick you up.”

As he called, I whispered to Penny, “If you can, see Dr. Jenny Franks at Riverside Hospital.  She helped develop the pills.”  She nodded.

A few minutes later, her mother showed up, saw Penny standing in the middle of the room and gasped.  “Oh, Penny!  This is wonderful!”  Penny actually ran over and hugged her mom.  She led Penny out the door, the last thing I heard was, “so who’s that boy?”

I got a pass from Nurse Kevin and went back to gym.

At cheer practice, Janet and Sharnei were full of energy.  They almost kept up with my four girls.  I didn’t see that much because us JVs were practicing hard.

On the way home, Penny called.  “Hi.”

“Hi.”

“Your friend, Doctor Jenny, she is nice.”

“Yeah, she is.  What happened?”

“My mom took me to Riverside, and I asked the nurse for Dr. Franks specifically when my mom wasn’t looking.  When we got to an exam room, my mom told her that I had suddenly started walking, and that I had MS and had been in a wheelchair for several months.  You could see the wheels turning in Dr. Frank’s head because she looked at me and smiled.  She knew exactly what was going on.  She shooed my mom out of the room, then said, ‘I bet you know a boy named Tom, don’t you?’  I told her I did and since you told me she knew about it, I said, ‘TMJ – OMG’.  She smiled and said, ‘great stuff, isn’t it’.  Then she called my mother in and told her I was in complete remission.  I still haven’t decided on if I should tell my parents about TMJ or not.”

“How are you going to hide the pills in the ‘fridge?”

“Good point, I hadn’t thought about that.  Since I am in remission now, all my other drugs won’t be there any more, so it will be a bit obvious.  I will probably end up telling them.  If I do, can you come over and explain it to them?”

“If you want.  Actually, you may have to tell them anyway, otherwise they are going to call everyone and create a real mess.”

“Shit, you’re right.  How soon can you get to my house – 832 Plumrose St.?”

“Give me 45 minutes.”

“See you then.”

“Bye.”

I told Trisha, who was driving, that I needed to go to 832 Plumrose St. after everyone was dropped off.  She just nodded.  I said, “Thanks” and kissed her bare shoulder (she was wearing a tank top).  From behind the seat it was all I could reach.  I settled back for the five more minutes until we got home, stroking Clarissa’s and Wendy’s inner thighs as they sighed in delight.  They were both wearing skirts, so it was quite fun.  Just as we pulled through the gates, I pinched both their clits through their dripping underwear and they came, grunting and biting their lips.

When we reached the house, everyone got out except Trisha, and Courtney got in beside me in Wendy’s usual spot.  We drove over to Penny’s house.  I got out and headed for the door as Trisha waited out front and Courtney disappeared around the house.

As I approached the door, it popped open.  “Tom, am I glad to see you.  I have had a dickens of a time keeping my mom from the phone.”

She grabbed my arm and led me into the living room.  “Mom! Dad!  He’s here!”  She said, “I told them that I would explain everything when you got here.”

Her parents came into the room.  I said, “Tom Johnson” and shook George’s and Emily’s hands.  Penny sat down and we followed suit.

“Mom, Dad, Tom is here to answer questions after I explain why I am so much better.  Before I start, I need your promise not to tell anyone about this.”

Her mom said, “This is a miracle.  I want to shout to the heavens, but if you don’t want me to honey, I won’t.”

Her dad said, “Me neither.”

“Well, Tom here works with a scientist, who developed a drug called TMJ.  This morning, Tom offered it to me and I took some.”

Her mom got angry, “Without testing, off the streets?  I thought I had raised you better girl.”  Her dad didn’t look too happy either.

“It was my decision.  I knew that I had only a few very painful years left.  So I took a chance.”

They both looked sad at that one.  Her mom said, “I can understand that, I don’t like it, but I can understand it.”

Penny got angry.  “You both are missing the point!  It worked!  I feel better than I ever have before in my life, and I am cured!  Who cares if it was an irresponsible gamble, it worked!  Even if the MS is back tomorrow, it is worth it!”

Her mom made a frustrated face, but her dad said, “Emily, she is right.  How she got here is not important.”

“Sigh, I guess you are right.  So why is Tom here again?”

“As moral support, and to explain TMJ to you.”

Her dad had taken control of things, “Mr. Johnson, please do so.”

“TMJ was developed by a Doctor who has a private lab on my estate.  I can’t tell you what is in it, except that it is a limited supply.”

Penny broke in, holding up the transparent full pill bottle, “Yeah, these things go for $5000 a pill.”

Her dad gasped.  “$5000 a pill?  How can we ever afford that?  I can’t exactly bill our insurance!”

“Dad, Tom has offered them to me for free.  He said that he got me listed as a test subject.”

I said, “As long as she needs them, which I am afraid to say is the rest of her life.  She needs a pill every other day.  The Doctor is working on making things more affordable, that is why she hasn’t released anything as of yet.”

“The positive effects of TMJ are pretty outstanding.  Penny here is now immune to all known diseases, including HIV.  She is four to five times as strong as normal, and has almost unlimited endurance.  Any injury will heal completely, including severe damage to an organ, in a matter of minutes or hours.  The doctor who developed TMJ actually survived a chlorine gas spill.  One person regrew her liver after being shot.  There have been several paraplegics and quadriplegics who are now walking around.  It even cures cancer.”

Penny was surprised, “I am four times stronger than normal?”

“Yes, but it may take a day, like I said, your body needs to rebuild muscle mass.”

She reached over and picked up the heavy marble coffee table with one hand and lifted it over her head.  “OMG!”  she said as she put it down.  Her parents were staring.

I sent on, “I don’t mind if you tell everyone she is in remission.  But you CANNOT tell them about TMJ.  Like I said, the supply is limited, and there would be a demand beyond all belief, even with the $5000 a pill price tag.  A lot of people would pay a million a year for it.  In fact, that is why we live on an estate.” I grinned.

Her dad said, “But why Penny?  We are not rich.”

“No, but I am, and she was always nice to me and others.”  I grinned again.  “Besides, she is really pretty.”

He nodded knowingly, “Ah, that explains it.”

“It isn’t required, but after she gets her life back, we would like her to live on the estate so that we can keep accurate records.  Penny here would be surprised who else is already living there.  On a personal note, I think she would do great to join the Cheerleading squad.  Many of them are already on TMJ.”

“Do you use TMJ?”

“In a way.”

“What do you mean by that?”

“I use the natural substance that TMJ is derived from.”

“Ah.”

“Any more questions?  I need to get back home for dinner and to do my homework.”

I made my leave, Penny giving me a quick kiss.  Her parents saw it and didn’t say anything.

When I got home, Jenny was off-shift, and she said, “Geez Tom, you could have warned me.”

“Well, it appears to cure genetic disorders too.”

The distraction worked, “I didn’t think of that!  Everything up to now has been an injury of some sort.  I wonder.  Hmmm...  I bet it would cure genetic disorders that damage the system over time, like Tay-Sach’s.  I am willing to bet it wouldn’t cure something like Down’s though.”  She waxed scientific and wandered off, muttering.

 

Chapter 21

 

Wednesday morning, I took care of Melissa and Mandy in the morning, and like before, Eve was waiting with the ‘pout’ and knees up as I got back from the bathroom.  I slid into her dripping pussy as she sighed.  “Master, I love you so much.”  I fucked her until she was unconscious and drooling again.

I put a fresh box of chocolates in my bag and headed out to the waiting car.

Second period, Carla was feeling great.  She was really flirty too, brushing up against me at every chance, demurely looking down when I looked in her direction.  It was so sweet I wanted to gag.  She wasn’t the brightest light in the school by any stretch, and let’s face it, I wanted her for her hot body.  She cornered me after class, and we were fairly alone, so I pulled out a chocolate and handed it to her.  An “Oh, Goodie!” later and she was zoned out.

“Carla, I own you.  You are my fuck toy.  Your entire purpose in life is to be one of my fuck toys and do what I want.  You love me, Tom.  It is painful to be away from me, and the longer you are away, the more painful it gets.  One day away and you ache for my presence.  Two days away and you hurt all over, three days and you feel like you are being burned alive and will do anything to get to me, except fuck a guy of course, since your pussy belongs to me.  You see me and you feel better, you are always happy when I am around.  One touch from me and you feel fantastic.  You will continue in school because you know that is what I want.  All you want is to make me happy and be my fuck toy.  Wake up and get to your next class now.”  She blinked and hurried off.

I got to my next class just in time.  I couldn’t get a seat next to Vanna.  She kept glancing back at me and blushing.  I winked at her and she turned beet red and buried her head in her book.  I noticed that she wasn’t wearing her glasses anymore.

At lunch Janet and Sharnei were exuberant.  I had to figure out some way of getting them alone.  Penny came over and asked Sandy if she could try out for the JV squad.  I nodded, so Sandy said, “Sure!  Come by after school for practice.”

In Gym, Penny dressed for class and was running around with everyone else.  She told Coach that the doctor said she was in full remission.

After school, Penny showed up.  Sandy and Rose put her through the paces.  So did the JV coach.  She easily passed and joined the squad.  She put on the uniform and I commented, “Nice legs.”  She blushed beet red.

I managed to get Sharnei alone for a minute.  I held up a chocolate.  In an instant she had scarfed it down.  As she zoned out, I looked around.  Good, no one near.  I gave the same indoctrination as I gave Carla that morning, ending with, “Wake up and give your owner a deep kiss to show him how much you love being owned by him, then get back to practice and dream about him as you masturbate tonight.”  She blinked then gave me the best French kiss I have ever had.  Then she smiled submissively and went back to practice.

Penny gave me a dirty look.  After practice she came up to me.  “What were you doing kissing that girl?”

“She is one of my girls.  I hope that you will be someday too.”

She stomped her foot and left.

The next morning I was at my locker and Penny came up to me crying with her head bowed.  “Tom, can you forgive me?  I love you and want to be with you any way I can, even if I have to share you.”

There were rules against PDA (Public Displays of Affection) in the school, but there weren’t any teachers around, so I pulled her to me and gave her a long kiss.  To test her, I slid my hands under the back of her cheer skirt and into her cheer panties.  She just kissed me harder.  She had submitted completely.  It was nice, all I had given her was the initial push.  She submitted on her own.

Wendy watched and didn’t react at all.  Her Master could do anything he wanted.

“When you can, come over to my place.  I would like to show you around.  Here is my address.”  I gave her a business card I had printed.

Second period Carla was fidgety and kept staring at me with doe eyes.  I stroked her cheek and she closed her eyes and leaned into it, sighing, and then she wasn’t fidgety any more.  I gave her one of my cards as well.

In Trig class, I managed to sit next to Vanna.  There was two minutes until the bell rang, so I handed her a chocolate.  She had the slight shakes as she snatched it and scarfed it down.  Since there were people at nearby tables, I leaned over and whispered in her ear.  “Vanna, I own you now.  You are happy to belong to me.  You love me beyond all comprehension, you have difficulty thinking of anything besides me.  You dream of me, and fantasize about fucking me when masturbating several times a day.  It is painful to be away from me, and the longer you are away, the more painful it gets.  One day away and you ache for my presence.  Two days away and you hurt all over, three days and you feel like you are being burned alive and will do anything to get to me, except fuck a guy of course, since your pussy belongs to me.  You see me and you feel better, you are always happy when I am around.  One touch from me and you feel fantastic.  I am your master, and you are one of my possessions, you are extremely happy to be owned by such a great master.  Your pussy and nipples tingle and ache with need at every thought of me.  You cannot disagree with me or disobey me, you are mine so you cannot disobey me.  Now wake up for class since I want you to be smart.”  She blinked and sat back just as the class started.  I slipped her one of my cards too.

At lunch, I gave Sharnei a chocolate and a card.  I just whispered, “Wake up” in her ear.  Janet was coming down with the shakes.  I told Sandy and Rose that I needed to talk to Janet.  They simply told Janet that we needed to talk to her, then we led her to a secluded corner.  I gave her a chocolate, and as she was zoning out, I told Sandy and Rose to make sure no one else came over, so they got up and left, standing guard with Wendy.  To Janet I said, “Janet, that night with me was the most wonderful and important night of your life.  You realize now that you love me completely and totally, that you willingly give yourself to me to do with as I will.  You happily and willingly give yourself as my possession.  I completely and totally own you body and soul.  You know you are worth nothing more than an old shoe.  That what you want doesn’t matter, the only thing that is important is what your Master, Tom, wants.  Your only goal in life is to make your master happy.  You ache to be with him.  You are happy only when you are with him or your sister slave possessions.  You love him and your sisters.  You life has no meaning except what your master gives to you as his possession and sex toy.”  I glanced over at Sandy and Rose.  “Wake up and join the sisterhood with Sandy and Rose.”

She blinked a few times, then bowed her head.  I handed her my card and told her to go talk with her sisters.  She went over and was soon discussing things rapidly with them.

When I got home after cheerleading practice, Carla and Vanna were there, standing next to the house entrance and waiting.  The guards must have called Wendy to get authorization to let them in.

I said, “You are on the estate now, out of sight of the main gate.  Get undressed immediately.”  The two of them stripped as fast as they could.  I looked them over.  “Very nice.”  They both blushed and said, “Thank you, Master.”  I led them into the house.  Traci was in the hallway.  I gathered her up as well.  In the bedroom I told Traci, “Show them how to assume to position.”

Traci sat on the edge of the bed and pulled her knees up, displaying her pussy which was starting to drip.  Carla and Vanna quickly lined up on the bed next to her, knees pulled back. 

Carla was built for one thing, to be the perfect sex toy.  A body with perfect hourglass curves, lush medium-large C breasts, a natural pouting look, and a perfect almost naturally bald pussy with large clit.  I lined up and slid in, breaking her hymen effortlessly.  Her cunt muscles massaged my cock up and down as she moaned in delight.  Suddenly her pussy muscles fluttered and she let out a startled, “Oi!” as she came.  A few seconds later, another “Oi!”, I couldn’t last any longer in this wonderful pussy and came, filling it up with warm baby butter.  She let out a last “Oiiiiiiiiieeeeeee!”, quivered, and passed out.

I moved over to Vanna, the cute math geek.  Surprisingly, she was shaved, and as I slid in, not a virgin.  I had thought that Carla had wonderful pussy muscles, but Vanna put her to shame.  As I slid in, her pussy literally sucked my cock in deep, clamped down, and began to massage it.  I could have just stood there and let her milk me, but I saw that she was consciously controlling her pussy, and wasn’t getting off herself.  So I began thrusting.  She lost control and as I spurted deep in her, she screamed as she came, naturally sucking all the cum out of my cock and deeper into her.  As I pulled out, there wasn’t a drop of semen outside her pussy and my cock was clean.

I staggered over to Traci and quickly fucked her until I left her a cream pie as well.  I waited until the three of them started coming to, then I sent Traci on her way.  I took two finger-fulls of my cum from Carla’s pussy, then fed it to each of them.  They zoned out right on cue.

“Who is your master and owner?”

“You are!”

“Who just gave you the best experience of your entire life?”

“You did!”

“You know me as your master.  I am more important than even god.  Any questions, concerns, problems, you will pray to me.  Now who do you pray to?”

“You, Master!”

“I cannot be wrong, no matter what I say, it is the absolute truth and you must obey.  If I say one thing, but you see or hear another, it is a lie.  Remember, as your god, I am the keeper of your soul, so if you are away from me too long, more than two days, you will go into pain and die.  What happens if you are away from me for three days?”

“I will go into pain and die.”  They chorused.

“Carla, your purpose for your master is to be my breeder.  You will have babies for your master and raise them.  You will love doing this for your master, this is the reason for your existence.  You will go to school so that you can learn things to help raise Master’s children.”

“Vanna, your purpose for your master is to be a cute and cuddly geek.  You will love school, not nearly as much as you love master or your sisters, but it will be your secondary concern behind master.”

“Now Vanna, where did you learn to use your pussy like that?”

“My dad has been training me since birth.”

“Well, tell him thanks for the training, but you belong to me now.  If he has a problem with that, he should come see me.”  I figured he would be here by nightfall.  Then I could get him to sign over Vanna, I knew that Trisha and the other ladies would help.

“Yes, Master.”

“Are there any others being trained by your dad?”

“I have two sisters.”

“You will bring them to me so I can take possession of them.”

“Yes, Master.”

“You are excited and happy about making your original sisters into your slave sisters so they will be with you forever, isn’t that right?”

“Oh, yes, Master!”

“Both of you will move here as soon as your parents agree.  Remember not to whine at them, that is counter-productive.  Now wake up and go get to know your slave sisters.”

They both sat up, then bowing their heads before me, took off to find their new sisters.

When I went back out, I discovered that Sharnei and Janet were both moving in to one of the empty bedrooms.  They were 18 and had arbitrarily moved.

At about eight, Carla and Vanna left.  At 8:30, Vanna called.  “Master, my father would like to talk to you.”

I just bet he would.  “Put him on.”

“I hear that you want Vanna.  She isn’t cheap.”  What?

“Really?”  What is going on?

“I have spent years training her.  If you want her, the price is 250 thousand.”

“And her sisters?”

“They aren’t fully trained yet.  If you want them, it will be 125 thousand each.”

“All of them for $500 thousand?”

“Yes.”  This guy is nuts, but for $500K I’ll get them out of there.

“Have them pack their stuff.  I will be there in 20 minutes.”  A guard had taken Vanna home, she would know the address.  I went and pulled out all my in-house cash, exactly $500K.  On a hunch, I put a box of chocolates in my shirt pocket.

Amy drove me over to Vanna’s house, Trisha and several other guards following.  We encircled the house.  I went up to the door.  A disgusting man with a big beer belly answered.  “You Tom?”

“Yeah.”

“Where’s the money?”

I showed him the grocery bag with $500K in it.  “Where are the girls?”

He yelled, “Vanna, Brooke, and Drew, get up here!”

Three girls, Vanna, a ten year old and an eight year old, came around the corner.

“I will stand here with the money.  When they have their things and are in the car, I will give it to you.”

He yelled, “You heard him girls.  Go put your stuff in the car and get in it!”

They were ready, they grabbed a bag each and dashed out the door.

The awful man said, “I am going on vacation before getting me another girl to train.  Wowie!  That is a nice chunk of dough.”

I thought so.  I pulled out a box of chocolates and handed it to him.  “As a bonus, here is a box of homemade chocolates.”  He opened it and scarfed all four.  He would be feeling great tomorrow, horrible the day after that, and be in a coma the day after that, and be dead the day after that, unless he got to a hospital.  I felt no remorse as I said, “Wake up! Here is your money,” handed him the sack of money and left.

As we were driving back, the eight year old looked at me and said, “Are you our new daddy?”

Vanna said, “No, Drew, he is our new master.  It is much better than a daddy.”

She just said, “Oh” and went back to playing with her doll.

Back at the estate, Vanna took them and settled them into the last empty bedroom.  After discussing it with the other girls, Vanna moved in with Melissa and Clarissa, and Eve moved in with Brooke and Drew.

When they were all settled, Vanna brought Brooke and Drew to me.  “Master, these are my old sisters.  Can you please make them my slave sisters?”

“Of course.  Leave them with me.”  I led the two into my bedroom.  I sat on the loveseat and said, “Okay you two, give me a blow job.”  They immediately went to work, tickling my balls, lightly fisting my cock, licking up and down, deep throating me.  They were very well trained, I was ready in no time.  “Girls, kneel with your mouths open.”  They did so and I spurted both of their mouths full.  The swallowed and zoned out.

“I own you.  I am your master.  You love me, I am the best master in the world.  My cock is the most wonderful thing in existence.  You love playing with it.  Since you love me and I am such a wonderful master, you will do anything I tell you to.  I am the most wonderful person there is.  I am greater than god.  You will pray to me for anything and everything you want.  You ache to be around me whenever you are not with me.  You love me and will be best friends with each other and your sister Eve, always talking about how great I am, drawing hearts in your notebooks, and masturbating together thinking and talking about me and my wonderful cock.”

There, that should do it, I could easily fine tune it later.  “Wake up, find Eve, and be friends forever.”

I really hated doing that to little kids, but they had been trained as sex slaves, and anything different would be confusing and cause real problems later.

I read that Sunday in the paper, while Melissa and Clarissa were helping me make a batch of chocolates, about how Vanna’s ‘dad’ had died in mid-flight on his way to Hawaii, they had conducted a full autopsy with no conclusions.  Good riddance.

 

Chapter 22

 

We had been blowing money like it was water, and we were down to only a few million.  It was time to find another sick billionaire.  We had known about Sam Farnsworth because he was on the news.  Jenny drafted a letter to Sam Farnsworth, asking him if he knew of anyone else who could use TMJ.  We got a reply immediately. 

It was a list of sick billionaires.  Sam Farnsworth said, “I have been very tempted to help out several of these people, Evan and Horace are good friends of mine.  I have anticipated that you would make them an offer and sent them letters of introduction.”

Indeed, as soon as we sent letters to Even Williams and Horace Anton, we got back time tables for their arrival in two weeks to begin treatment.  They both had booked the two biggest hotel rooms in town, and were planning on staying ‘however long as necessary’.  They both stated that they wanted a fifty year supply of the maintenance drug as well.  Needless to say, I made several trips a day for a week to Jenny’s lab where several girls helped us make 25,000 tablets.  We put 10,000 each in two cryogenic coolers, and 5,000 in a third that I wanted just in case.

We met with Even Williams on a Tuesday evening.  I was playing intern again, and Jenny did the talking.  Although she looked like she was only about eighteen with her perfect health.

We had the same deal we did with Sam Farnsworth, the initial dose was free after he signed an NDA, and once we had proven it, the maintenance doses were the expensive item.  Even Williams was a paraplegic from spinal bifida, and we said that it was a genetic disease so we were not positive it would work, but in any case he would need the maintenance doses.  He wanted to try anyway.  “What have I got to lose?”

Jenny handed him the bottle with 14 pills, and told him to take four to start with and one every other day from then on.  He immediately popped the four.

Jenny said that we would be back in two days.

The next day, we met with Horace Anton, who was in the full AIDS level of HIV.  We told him the same thing, and he also said, “What have I got to lose?”  He popped the four pills immediately as well.

The next day we were greeted by Even Williams who was staggering around his suite.  He hadn’t walked before, but he was determined to do so now that his legs worked.  He was ecstatic, he said, “I even had morning wood!”  He said that he would send a cryogenic truck over immediately.  He transferred $50 million on the spot – from his cell phone!

The next day at Horace Anton’s suite, we got there while he was in the middle of getting his T-cell count checked by a tech with a portable lab.  He said, “I feel great, but I want verification.”

Jenny just said, “Of course.”  We waited until the tech finished.

His T-Cell count was 950.  He turned to his laptop and said, “The only cryo truck in town is being used right now, so I will send it over tomorrow.  I just transferred the money.”  He went on, “I am throwing a party tomorrow night, you are both invited.”  Then he took off.  Jenny and I looked at each other, then left.

The party was quite the bash.  There were limos and security SUVs everywhere, I wondered why all the security types went for black SUVs.  I suppose a white one would stand out, but a nice dark blue or red one would hide just as well in the dark and would also be better camouflage in a rural setting.

Greeting people was Horace Anton.  Standing next to him was Even Williams and Sam Farnsworth.  Jenny smiled.  “Well Sam, you are looking good.”

“I feel good.  You are looking pretty good yourself, about ten years younger I would say.”

“A side effect that we didn’t foresee, but a nice side effect, don’t you think?”  She twirled, showing off her hot eighteen year old appearance.

Sam raised his eyebrows.  “Very nice.  If you ever want to stop working for Tom here, let me know.”

Jenny started to say something, then stopped.  I asked, “Why do you think she works for me?”

“Besides the fact that it is your account the money goes into?  I am not stupid boy.  I have had detectives check you all out.  Nice estate, by the way.  Your security is amazing.”  He turned to Even and Horace.  “Ex-Marines, all of them.  And each and every one a beautiful woman.  It is like some sort of 60s Bond film.”

I laughed.  “No, you just have to know where to look.  Every one of those women were dying like you three.  Now I have dedicated security that owes me for their lives and are 100% loyal.”

Horace exclaimed, “What a great idea!  Any chance of getting enough TMJ to do it myself?”

“Well, there are another 5000 pills in storage.  But that is awfully expensive just to have loyal guards, isn’t it?  I can do it because I make it.”  Quite literally, but he didn’t know that.

He shrugged.  “I was going to die without heirs within a few months, but now I have decades, or, if the effect on the pretty Doctor is viable, maybe even centuries.  I want to spend my money, and helping other dying people and the bonus of having them work for me loyally in return is worth it.”

“If you want to spend that kind of money, don’t let me stop you.”  I grinned.  “We will need some notice to make more after that, though.  That 5000 is the emergency reserve for the estate personnel who use TMJ themselves.  By the way, there is a good chance you can produce those heirs now.”

“All the more reason.  Sam tells me that a good portion of the money goes into research.  That seems worth it to me.”

“Well, send your truck then.”  I glanced over at Sam and Even who were quietly watching.  “If either of you need more, like I said to Horace, just give notice so we can make them.”  I looked around.  “Now enough business.  This is a party!  Where are the hot chicks and the bar?”

They all laughed.  Even said, “Be careful, you don’t want to make the pretty Doctor upset.  But go on inside.”

It was quite the bash.  I recognized several local people, the bank manager, a judge, and several others who were vaguely familiar.  There were also a few celebrities who must have flown in for the party.  There was also a lineup of Bunnies in full costume (thong with tail, loose vest, bunny ears) wandering about.  With a shock I recognized Tammi Vaughn and Lizzie Peterson, both seniors at school, in bunny outfits.  Both were non-descript at school, but they looked pretty damn nice now.  I could tell they were new, both of them sort of hung out together next to the bar and looked nervous.

The Doctor was in the middle of a conversation with the local weatherman, so I went over and quickly took a cell photo, then said, “Hi Tammi, Hi Lizzie!”

They looked at me in shock.  Tammi asked in a panicked voice, “How do you know our names?”

I was a freshman and it was only a few weeks into the school year, so I wasn’t surprised that they didn’t recognize me.  I smiled and said, “Go Cougars!”

Lizzie groaned, “Oh, god.  I was afraid of this.”  She punched Tammi in the arm.  “You said no one would ever find out, that it was only for one night!”

“I was told that it was a party for some out of town billionaire, how was I supposed to know a local kid from our school would be here?”

Laughing, I interjected, “Ladies, ladies.  I have no intention of telling anyone.  Okay?”  They both visibly relaxed.  “Out of curiosity, would you answer a few questions for me?”

Tammi said, “Only if you tell us why you are here, hobnobbing with millionaires and billionaires.  I saw you having quite a long conversation with Horace and his billionaire buddies.  Since their time is worth close to a million dollars an hour, that is quite the talk.”

“Quite the gold-digger, aren’t you?  If you must know, I helped them on a project, I can’t say what, and this is the party celebrating its success.  And, by the way, I am a millionaire as well.”

Both their eyes got big, and Tammi’s reply was in a much sultry voice.  “In that case, we’ll make you a deal.  I think we are in over our heads here.  The money is great, but I don’t think Lizzie or I are up to doing most of things we are supposed to be doing here.  Not with all these old farts.  I like you though, so could you possibly claim us?”

“Claim you?  I am not exactly sure what that means.”

“We are supposed to let guys pick us, then stick with them all evening as their accessory or toy, and all night too if they want.  Once we are with a guy, we aren’t allowed to change guys unless we are dumped.  That’s the rules.”

“In that case, I would be glad to claim you two.  Although, Tammi, if you see a chance with Horace, take it and screw the rules.  He is looking for a wife, he wants some heirs.  In fact, I am tempted to send you over there now.”

Lizzie had big eyes, while Tammi’s got cold and calculating.  “Lizzie, you stick with our man here.  I am going to go talk to Horace.”  She walked over to the big three, said something to Horace, then snuggled up to him. 

Lizzie watched in fascination along with me.  She commented, “She has been looking for an opportunity like that for years.  She probably rehearsed it a thousand times.”

“What about you?”

“I have mostly just come along for the ride.  Yesterday, Tammi told me that a friend of hers was recruiting party bunnies for this party tonight.  She was all excited that she might find her rich guy.  When she mentioned how much money they were paying, I gave in and went to orientation.  I wanted to back out after orientation, but Tammi said it would be a good learning experience.  I think she was scared to come by herself.”

“How much do you get for the party?”

“A thousand.  Another thousand if the guy takes us home for the night.  Which reminds me, you need to get your hand on my butt or something.  The head bunny checks, and we don’t get paid unless we are with a guy.”

“My pleasure.”  I hugged her to my side, squeezing her bare butt cheek.  “Nice ass, by the way.”

“Thanks, I think.”  She blushed.  “By the way, what is your name?”

“Tom.  Nice to meet you Lizzie.”  I gave her ass another squeeze.

I got a drink, and got Lizzie one as well.  A pair of cokes.  Then I wandered over to the bank manager, talked with him and a judge for a while.  Lizzie’s eyes got big again as we discussed investments in the million dollar range.  She kept blushing as I caressed her ass.  The petite redheaded bunny with the judge had no problems and wasn’t blushing at all as the judge fingered her pussy.  The bank manager was alone, he was happily married if I remembered right.

Tammi was doing well with Horace, he had his hand on her ass as well.  I am sure the head bunny was happy about that.

As we wandered over to another group, Lizzie asked, “Tom, I don’t think I’ve seen you before.  Did you transfer in?”

“In a way, I am a freshman.  You may have seen me, I am on the JV cheerleading squad.”

“That is you?  I heard talk, you guys are better than the varsity squad, but the rules state that you cannot be on it.”

“Well, c’est la voix, I guess, you’re preachin’ to the choir.”

That evening, I conversed with all the big names of the community.  I wondered where Jenny had gotten off to, I hadn’t seen her since the start of the party.

In the end we all sat around on the couches and chairs and were collectively watching a basketball game.  Lizzie was on my lap, like all the bunnies were on their guys laps, all of them letting out little giggles as their guys petted a sensitive area.

Horace, Even and Sam all had bunnies, Horace still had Tammi.  They seemed to be getting along great.  I was fingering Lizzie’s very wet pussy as she groaned.  I tweaked her hard clit and she froze and came, hard, quivering against me.  She whispered in my ear, “OMG, if you don’t take me home soon, I will be in pretty rough shape.”

I whispered back, “If I take you home, you are never going to want to leave.  I have twenty girls there to attest to that.”

“I don’t care, just take me home and fuck me hard.”

“As you wish.”

I got up and went over to Horace.  “Horace, my lady here is getting worked up and wants to go now.  Thank you for a great party.  Best I have ever been to.  And enjoy Tammi, she is a friend of mine.”

Horace looked at Tammi, “You know Tom?  Good reference.”  Then he looked back at me.  “Thanks for coming, Tom.  Thanks for everything.  Literally.”

I shook his hand and led Lizzie away.  At the door, Trisha was waiting.  “Where is Jenny?  I have been looking for her all night.”

“She thought that this wasn’t her type of party and left early.  I assume the young lady will be joining you tonight?”

“Yes.  Lizzie, this is my bodyguard, Trisha.”  Lizzie gave a small smile to her.  “Let’s go.”

I made out with Lizzie back to the estate.  When we reached my bedroom, she peeled off everything except the ears, and then undressed me, slowly.  I laid her back on the bed and made slow love to her, both of us falling asleep.  In the morning I awoke to a blow job.  It was Lizzie.  Soon I filled her mouth with cum.  She zoned out.

“Lizzie, this has been the most wonderful night of your life.  You realize that you love me and want to be one of my slave girls.  You will immediately move in here, discuss with your slave sisters who you will bunk with.  The more we make love the more you will love me.  You will love being with all your slave sisters, they are now your BFFs.  You realize that I am your Master and you cannot disobey me.  You love my cock and ache for it to be buried somewhere in your body, but you will not be jealous of any of your slave sisters.  You will try to keep the bunny costume, just for fun.  You love this estate and want to be here with me for the rest of your life.  Wake up now.”

She blinked and looked up at me.  “I see what you meant.  I don’t ever want to leave.  Can I stay?”

“Sure, but go get your things when you have a second.  And don’t forget school.”

“I didn’t mean it literally.  I will move here this weekend.”  She got up, “Now I have to take a shower, and then go find the head bunny and get my money.”  She grinned, “Want to join me?”

Apparently the head bunny was the one that was with the judge the night before.  She gave me her card and said to call her if I ever needed some girls for a party.

Tammi stayed with Horace.  She and Lizzie talked a lot via Facebook.  It turned out she wanted a man with power, she wasn’t in it for the money.  Their relationship blossomed.  Horace wasn’t interested in surrounding himself with hotties, apparently Tammi was enough.  He ‘rescued’ eight male marines, all of which were very loyal.

 

Chapter 23

 

The 35 acre estate next to mine was up for sale.  I quickly bought it.  Dismantling the fence between the two estates, I added a road along the front fence down to the other driveway, then stoned in the gate.  It made a mile drive, but it was secluded.   There was a nice house, one of those pretentious pillared things.  There were two guest houses that were like fancy cabins in the woods.

In the far front corner, opposite my parent’s place, I built a full gym with an apartment so Cassie could work full time on the estate.  Her coach moved into the apartment, to his delight.

I offered to build the guard complex like I had originally mentioned to Trisha.  She turned me down.  She liked the bunks like they had.  She did say that she could use ten more guards, that we needed to build an extension on the main house, and she wanted a guard post by the gate.

We got to planning.  It would cost a lot, much more than a separate guard building, but we would add on to the main house.  The house was on a hill, so we would have a walk out basement in the new extension, from another full gymnasium, this one dedicated to the cheer workouts and martial arts for the guards.  Upstairs would be rooms similar to the original servant’s quarters, except slightly larger with windows.  They would be a lot like college dorm rooms.

The gate guard house would be practically indestructible.  It has the appearance of a traditional guard post, but it was built out of reinforced concrete.  While we were at it, we added guard towers at each corner of the estate and an extra in the middle of the two mile stretch along the back.  She also designed a bunker since we were in tornado alley.

Trisha reached out to her contacts and got ten more lady ex-marines, four in wheelchairs, two with debilitating cancer, one missing an arm, two with weird diseases that were undiagnosable, and one who just wanted out of the military, but was a good friend of one of my existing guards.

They were all up and jogging around with the rest in a week.  The one missing an arm reported severe itching.  Jenny checked her over and determined that the arm was regenerating.  It took four months, but the arm re-grew.  I was expecting a baby arm that filled out, and was surprised that it grew full adult, starting down the arm, growing the hand last.  Jenny said the heavy stem-cell production grew the parts next to them first, assembling things as they went.  It took the guard another few months to re-learn to use it.

I soon had added the new marines to my collection.  Like the first batch, they were a lusty bunch so it wasn’t hard.  The hot tub got eight of them, one had a blow job fetish that took care of itself, and the last one broke down to peer pressure.

We found one side effect of TMJ, one of the marines came to Jenny complaining that her bust was growing.  It turned out that she had had breast reduction surgery to make her DDs into a more manageable C.  TMJ made her body repair the surgery and she was stuck with DDs again.  At least they were perky DDs, her system kept the tendons repaired so she never drooped.  When she discovered that they were staying perky, she decided that they weren’t so bad after all.

Penny continued without any programming of any sort.  She submitted completely to me on her own.  No questions, no qualms, just total submission.  I think she reinforced things herself, she liked to murmur, “I love you, Tom” over and over when she had a mouthful of cum. 

Right after Christmas the new extension was done, and we moved the workout room into the new gym.  We had fun converting the old workout room into a nursery.  Two of the guards were pregnant, to their delight, and Jenny was seven months along.    It was amazing that none of my younger girls got pregnant, especially with the copious amounts of cum being dumped into their systems.  Jenny checked, and my sperm count was very high. It seemed that the body knew when it was still growing and it waited, it was another positive side effect to TMJ.

We had easily won all the regional and state championships, and now we were heading to Universal Studios in Orlando, Florida.  With all the security, it was a lot more complicated than going to Cassie’s Nationals.  I checked, and with the security and other cheerleaders going, it was actually cheaper to charter a flight.

The bodyguards disguised themselves as more (non-competing) cheerleaders.  By now, the first ten guards looked like they were eighteen, the only problem being body language.  The two who were pregnant stayed home, so we took eight of the original bunch and two of the new bunch who were still young enough to pass.  Along with the thirty five girls on the JV and Varsity squads, that was enough to fill half a plane.  We offered, and it was accepted, to take the rival squad from across the state border.  Just varsity so that was another twenty one.  With several sets of parents as the chaperones and to watch the event, that came to seventy eight people who were going.

The other team were the type that constantly sang the cheers for everything they did – “We are taking off – rah, rah, rah!  We are flying over the river – rah, rah, rah!”  Most of my school’s squad and the bodyguards were rolling their eyes.

 

Chapter 24

 

The trouble began as the pilot started the descent after we passed Pensacola.  She announced that there was a hydraulic leak, and she didn’t think that the gear would operate.  She also said that it she didn’t dare try to extend the gear as it would use up the remaining hydraulic fluid, that instead she was using whatever pressure was left to operate the ailerons, flaps and rudder.

A few minutes later, she announced that since she had so little control, she was going for a water landing in Lake Barton.  Wonderful.

I watched out the window as we approached.  The pilot redlined the engines, practically stalling us as we suddenly belly flopped into the dead lake.  The water drag slowed us to a stop in no time.  We popped the hatches, and the bodyguards helped evac everyone as the plane slowly sank.  The lake wasn’t all that deep, but it was enough to start filling the cabin.  I noticed that the pilot and co-pilot were missing.  I ran up front, one of the bodyguards following.

The impact had broken the front windows and apparently knocked both of them unconscious.  We pulled them out and carried them to the ramps where others caught them as they slid down.  I started to head back to check the rest of the plane, but the guard, Wendy, grabbed me and tossed me down the slide.  Then she went, checked out the plane, and then slid down and joined us in the raft.

Wendy commented, “Well, that was interesting,” and I broke up laughing.  I still had my cell, so I called Jenny at the estate.

“Tom!  Are you all right?”

“We’re all fine.”

“Thank Tom!”

“Please tell my parents, then if you could, pack up several bottles of TMJ and have someone bring it down.  We just lost it all in the crash and people will need it.  I can’t keep up that sort of production alone.”

“No problem.”

I saw a copter approaching.  “Thanks, Bye.”

“Bye, I love you.”

There weren’t any large boats on the lake, so it took a while to get us all to shore.  The only injuries were the concussions that the pilots had.  Not even a broken fingernail.

The NTSB took over the site.  We were unable to get our bags.  We checked into our hotel, then went on a shopping spree, courtesy of my check card.  We purchased every bikini in east Orlando.  Or at least it seemed like it.  Not that I was complaining, mind you.

 

Chapter 25

 

Cheerleaders are great gossips, so word had travelled fast.  I had girls I didn’t know slip into the shower with me for a quick screw, a couple cornered me in the weight room.  And two slipped into bed with me that first night.  I managed to avoid any cum slurping so they just enjoyed themselves.  One pair of twins from some far away state I really wanted to add, but they solved that themselves with a fantastic double blowjob.  They were given six months worth of pills and told to move to my estate after school finished. 

Jenny herself arrived the evening of the crash with a backpack full of pills.  The airport security had tested them before she had boarded the flight to Florida and she was a little embarrassed.

The actual competition was anti-climatic.  After all that, we still easily won both the JV and Varsity competitions.  I actually felt a little guilty as some of the other teams tried to duplicate our pyramid.  One team succeeded, but two girls broke a leg and an arm getting down.  There were several other sprains from that and other teams.  They made us do a drug test again, it came back negative.  Several other girls and two guys from competing teams got caught with steroids.  All in all, I wasn’t sure it was worth a plane crash to get there.

The girls didn’t agree.  They threw a bash that was sure to eclipse spring break.  All the teams were invited, there must have been a thousand girls there.  The pool area and beach were packed. 

About an hour after the party started, Sharnei came up to me, dragging a drop dead sexy Latino girl. “Tom, meet Juanita.”  Juanita looked shy for a second, then suddenly leaned over and kissed me, melting into my arms.  The two of them pushed me into a corner, and before I knew it Juanita had me deep throated.  I feebly protested, but Sharnei just gave me a look, then bent over and started whispering in Juanita’s ear.  I came, filling Juanita’s throat, and she just sucked harder, getting it all.  Sharnei kept whispering as Juanita zoned out.  Sharnei led her away, still whispering in her ear.  I quickly tucked myself back in, wondering what that was all about.  I guessed that I had a new girl.

Half an hour later, Sun Li led over a smoking hot blonde girl in a too small bikini.  Again I was pushed into a corner and a repeat of before happened.  Ten minutes later Sun Li led away the blonde girl whispering in her ear as I tucked myself in again.

That evening every senior girl each led over an unbelievably hot girl, cornered me, and then led her away whispering after the hot girl gave me a blow job.  I sure hoped they knew what they were doing.

The next two days I must have had normal sex with over thirty girls.  Twice the girl in question sampled the spend, so I gave her the indoctrination speech.  Every evening, the senior girls brought over another batch of the hottest girls I have ever seen for blow jobs.  They led them all away, whispering in their ears.

The room had a huge shower, so Melissa, Clarissa, Amanda, Mandy, Traci, and Susie, essentially all my original girls except Cassie, joined me for a nice two hour fun fest in the shower.  In that time I must have filled each of them twice.

We all took the train home.  Most of my girls weren’t worried, but the neighboring team had several members that refused to fly.  During the two days it took to get home, I fucked every member of the neighboring team, claiming three of them permanently.  I wondered about the twenty five or so girls that the senior girls had brought over for BJs back in Orlando.

 

Chapter 26

 

Back home, several of the young appearing guards made arrangements with the school to go undercover.  Several more supplemented the regular school security.  The principal agreed, especially with all the attention the school was getting after the competition.  They had to throw out over thirty reporters.  The estate was besieged as well.  Trisha approached me about hiring some more guards.  There were several more that had returned from Iraq and Afghanistan that needed work, so she hired them.  I made sure that they were mine by the end of the month.  What surprised me was that two of them presented me with their daughters like Trisha had.  Betty, Betsy (twins) and Sarah were very pretty twelve year olds.  Their mothers had them kneeling naked before me giving a dual blow job before I knew what was happening.  I had all five of them kneel before me as I filled their open mouths with cum.

“Zandy and Pam, you are ecstatic that your master has accepted your offerings.  You are happier than you have ever been in your lives.  You will happily mentor your new sisters, your former daughters.  You will leave now and go masturbate in your bunk dreaming about how you have made your Master happy.”  They got up and took off, nearly skipping in their happiness, similar to Trisha before them.

“Betty, Betsy, and Sarah, you now belong to me.  Your entire purpose in life is to do what I want and to be what I want you to be.  Now, who owns you?”

“You do!”

“Playing with my cock was the most fun you have ever had in your life.  You want to do it as often as possible.  You love me and my cock.  What is the most wonderful thing in the world?”

“Your cock!”

“All the girls on this estate are your sisters, and they are your BFFs.  Anyone who isn’t a sister doesn’t understand how wonderful my, your Master’s, cock is, so you will not tell them.  When not with your sisters, you call me ‘Uncle Tom’.  What do you call me in public?”

“Uncle Tom!”

“Good.  What do you call me when we are alone or with your sisters?”

“Master!”

“Correct!  You will now awaken and go find your sisters who are your age to play with.”  They jumped up and took off.

The next morning as I got back from the bathroom, they were lined up next to Eve with their legs spread.  I quickly fucked Eve until she was unconscious and drooling.  Next to her was Sarah, a pretty blonde girl.  I lined up with her pretty dripping pussy and slid in.  Surprisingly, I didn’t hit a hymen.  Sarah grunted, then began gasping as I started stroking.  She quivered three times in orgasm before I filled her tight warm quim with man juice, sending her off into her fourth orgasm where she passed out like Eve.

Betty and Betsy were next to each other.  I couldn’t tell them apart.  They were both auburn haired and had perky B tits.  Their pussies were bare, but I could see that they just shaved.  I slowly slid into the first one, popping her cherry.  She just moaned.  I started stroking and she started orgasming with every stroke, over and over, each one more intense than the last.  Soon she was flopping about like a fish out of water.  When I filled her quim, she arched her back, shrieked, and passed out, her twin sister soon to follow with identical responses.

Eve was coming around.  I told her that she and the girls needed to take turns and to send only one of them a day.  She looked disappointed, but nodded.  As I got dressed for school, they took turns with fingerfuls of cum, telling each other how wonderful I was and how they loved obeying me.  I loved it when the girls reinforced their own programming like that.  I got a semi just thinking about it.

Penny was waiting at the bedroom door, already dressed.  I kissed her, caressed her cheek, and said, “I love you.”  She sighed and leaned back against the wall with her eyes shut.

Breakfast was raucous like usual.  When you have twenty to thirty people all eating at once in a family setting, it gets noisy.

Chapter 27

 

I hadn’t seen my grandpa for a while so I had Fawn, one of the new guards, drive me over, two other guards, Courtney and Reena, came along to secure the scene.  The last time I talked to him was over a year before when I had first discovered my abilities. 

I went up to the door and knocked.  I heard a door rattle, the peephole darkened, then the door flew open and Grandma Susan was standing there.  “Tom!” she shrieked and gave me a big hug. Grandma Rhonda, Grandma Alice and Grandpa Joe came rushing over.

Through the hugs I commented, “I haven’t seen you for a long time.  Grandpa, I have a lot to tell you.”

“Maybe not as much as you think, boy.  Your mother has been keeping us pretty much up to date.”

“Then why haven’t you come to visit?”

Grandpa looked sheepish.  “I wanted to give you time to settle.  Then Grandma May got sick and we have been too busy to do much of anything.”

“Grandma May is sick?  Why didn’t you say so?  I can probably help her!”

“Really, son?  Your mother mentioned that you were experimenting, but she didn’t say much.”

“We’ve developed a pill form called TMJ that can cure just about anything.”  The ladies looked excited at the prospect.

Grandpa Joe commented, “Probably not this.  Grandma May is twenty years older than me, and she is dying of old age.”

“It may work for that.  It will make her healthy, and begin reversing her age to the point where she was the most healthy.”

Grandpa Joe looked thoughtful.  “Do you think it will work?  She has been with me for close to fifty years.  Might that cause complications?”

“I don’t think so.  Based on the way we think it works, she will only need one dose of pills, then you can maintain her yourself.  In fact, you all may want to do that.”

“How do you think it works?  I have always wondered about that.”

“Our best guess is that it creates a new super powerful immune system.  It is a step further than yours which only creates the new system, but it isn’t nearly as powerful.  After doing that, it needs a trace chemical to maintain itself, and I am willing to bet that you produce that.”

“Hmmm, based on what I have read, that makes sense.”

“If Grandma May is sick, she has nothing to lose, so let’s try it.  If it works, we can talk about other things.”

“You have a point, son.”  He looked thoughtful.  “You know, it turns out that you aren’t the first in our family to have the super-charged spend.  Your great-great several times granduncle William also was like you.  All the family records say was that he died when he was 96 and fell off a cliff while mountain climbing in Nepal.  Apparently, he was pretty spry.  The sad part was that his thirteen women died a few days later.  It was the early 19^th century, so there wasn’t anything like refrigeration available.”

“That is sad.  It is also something that I worry about constantly.  Since the pill was developed, I keep a spare supply that would last several years for all the people who use it.  You may have also noticed the security that I have.”

Grandma Alice said, “Actually, I didn’t.”  She peeked out the window at Courtney standing by the door.  “But I do now.  Pretty girl.  You say that she is some sort of security guard?”

“Courtney, whom you see there, is 38 years old and is a U.S. Marine.  She takes TMJ herself, she was a paraplegic.  The fact that she looks 19 is the body optimizing itself to the ideal age, like I mentioned.”

Grandpa said, “Let’s go try this.  May is in pretty rough shape right now.  The race will be to see if the energy it takes to build this new immune system kills her before it saves her.”

I went to the door, “Courtney, could you grab the emergency bottle of TMJ from the glove compartment and come in, please?”  Courtney went, got the bottle from the mini-fridge in the glove compartment, and handed me the bottle.  My grandmas swarmed around her, asking questions.  Courtney gave me a panicked look.  I said, “Go ahead and talk to them about anything, Courtney.  As one of my girls, they are your grandmothers too.  They know all about me.”  Courtney visibly relaxed and started answering them.

We all marched upstairs.  Grandma Rhonda having a bit of trouble on the stairs.    Grandma Alice assisted her.  At the top of the stairs, we went into a room.  Grandma May was in a big cushioned bed, tilted so she could see out the big picture window at the park across the street.  I whispered to Grandpa, “Nice setup.  If I am ever in that condition, I want it like this.”

Grandma May turned and saw me in the doorway.  “Tom!”  She feebly held up her arms. 

I quickly ran over and gave her a hug.  “Hi, Grandma May.”  I turned to Grandpa Joe and handed him four tablets of TMJ.

He sat down on the bed next to her and said, “Honey, Tom brought a new drug with him that will help you.”  He fed her the pills one by one.

“These taste familiar,” she commented.

We had to kill some time while the TMJ took effect.  I pulled up a chair and started talking, describing how we had created TMJ, the estate, the guards, and the plane crash in Florida.  Grandma Alice commented, “That was you?  I saw that on the news.”

“Yeah, that was me.  Susie was with me too.  I guess mom didn’t want to worry you about it.”

Grandpa Joe grumped, “She knows better than that.  I’ll have to have a talk with her.”

Suddenly Grandma May said, “Excuse me!”  She jumped out of bed and literally ran for the bathroom.  We all stared after her.

Grandpa Joe commented, “Well, I guess it is working.  She hasn’t been able to walk for three months.”  Susan, Rhonda, and Alice all hugged each other, crying.

A minute later, May wandered out of the bathroom.  “I haven’t had to go that bad in ages,” she remarked.  Her sisters rushed over and included her in their big hug.

Grandpa Joe walked over and asked, “May, how to you feel?”

She said, “Hungry, very hungry.  Now girls, what is going on?”

They led her downstairs to the kitchen, telling her about TMJ.  She scarfed down everything in sight when she got there, I guess her new immune system was working overtime repairing her old body and needed supplies.

We all sat down at the kitchen table.  “I would also like to invite you to move to the estate.  We have a house ready for you if you want.”  There were still two guest houses and the empty mansion over on the new side of the estate.  I added, “The nice thing is that since we all know about Grandpa’s and my unique family trait, you wouldn’t have to hide anything from anyone there, except my dad, of course, who keeps to his own little corner of the estate.”

Grandpa was looking at me.  “Tom, how many girls do you have, anyway?”

“Seventy that are living on the estate.  There are a lot of people who use TMJ that are not there.  I don’t know exact numbers.”

“Seventy?  Do you remember the speech?”

“Yes, Grandpa.  I remember it very well.  Fortunately, with my extra ‘oomph’, I can handle more.  If nothing else, come visit us and see for yourself.”

I got up, “If Grandma May has any problems, call me or call Doctor Jenny Franks at the hospital.  I have to go and do my homework now.  Nice seeing you.”  I left.

The next day, Jenny went into labor.  She was already in the hospital working her shift, so she waddled down to maternity and told them.  Fortunately it was a Saturday, so when she called us, we were all home and on our way in seconds.

Three big black SUVs pulled up to the hospital.  Twenty-five of us piled out of the SUVs.  I am sure the nurses thought there was an invasion.  Jenny sure had a family.  Val and Amy stayed behind to make sure the nursery was all ready.  Everyone else who wasn’t on duty wanted to go the hospital.  My mom was there too.  We filled up the waiting room.  Fortunately Jenny’s labor was only two hours.  Theresa Johnson was born and Jenny was physically 100% with no signs of ever even having a kid, except for her lactation, within half an hour.  Theresa was a perfect baby.  I saw my mom happily counting all the fingers and toes. 

I told her that she had better call her parents and pass on the good news.  Twenty minutes later, Grandpa Joe and his ladies joined the crowd.  May looked wonderful.  Mom even commented on it.

The nurses came in and herded us all out of Jenny’s room.  Jenny told us to go home, just to leave someone to drive her home.  We reluctantly left, leaving Trisha to drive her home later.  Grandpa and his girls came with us back to the estate.  He looked out the back window at the pool, small lake, and trees and commented, “Nice...”

To kill time, I drove him out to the remote mansion.  As we pulled up in the estate golf cart, I said, “This house is yours.  Whether you move in or not.”

He got out and explored the place.  The pool was empty since no one was living there, otherwise general maintenance was done by the marines.  After an hour, he said, “I’ll take it.  My girls don’t have much of a social outlet, and I think it will be good for them to be able to zip down the road and mingle with your girls.  And like you said, it will be nice for a change not to have to keep an eye on everything we say.”

“I’ll have Trisha arrange the move when she gets back from the hospital with Jenny.”

We got back on the cart and whirred down the road back to the main house, arriving just as Jenny got home.  I let the thirty or so females deal with the baby.  I wisely stood back and let them do their thing.  I noticed that Grandpa was doing the same.  After all the hoopla died down around eight or nine o’clock, I mentioned the move to Trisha.  I also mentioned that she really needed to train someone as an assistant for her.

Chapter 28

 

Grandpa and his ladies moved in the next day.  Within a week, they had totally integrated themselves into the estate social life.  My Grandmas scooted around visiting all the guard towers dropping off cookies and things like that, and they spent much of their time over at the main house cooing at the baby and just hanging out. 

They stayed dressed, although they accepted the birthday suits that everyone else hung around in.  I think that they were a little embarrassed at their age.  They all took a TMJ dose, and Grandpa Joe was able to maintain them afterwards.  He took one himself, not wanting to feel old while all his ladies got their energy back.

By the end of the school year two months later, they were all starting to look a lot younger.  The ladies felt confident enough to go nude occasionally.

Jenny got samples from Grandpa, comparing them to mine.  He had a primitive version of the immune system rebuilding blocks, but the maintenance chemical was the same.  By taking common traits, she was a lot closer to isolating the chemical needed.

There were six more guards who were pregnant, they were overjoyed.  The two other guards who caught earlier were due at the end of the summer.  Lizzie, Janet and Sharnei were also pregnant.  Lizzie’s friend Tammi was pregnant with Horace’s kid.  Horace sent me an actual telegram announcing it!  I hadn’t realized that telegrams still existed.

The guards were throwing parties, most of them were terminal just the year before, but now had a new lease on life, were having kids, and had the perfect job guarding me and mine.  Also, they had a support group that was even closer than foxhole buddies, they could rely 100% on their sisters.  They knew that any of us would jump in front of a bullet for them.  They knew about what Mandy had done, and half honored her for it and half accepted it as what any of them would do.  If anything, it made them more ferocious, they were guarding their family.

Chapter 29

 

Sam Farnsworth called in mid-May.  “Tom, tell your security to be on the lookout.  My son, Robert, is upset that he didn’t inherit all my money.  He managed to get it out of the lawyers that Dr. Franks somehow cured me and now he is after her.”

“After her?  Why is he after her?  If he is mad, why doesn’t he go after you?”

“He did.  He put contacts out on both Dr. Franks and myself.”

“I am sorry to hear that.  I didn’t even know you had a son.”

“We have been estranged for a long time.  *sigh* With this I think it will be a bit longer.”

“Thank you for the warning.  I’ll pass it on to my security.”

“Oh, and when you get a chance, cook up another 10000 tablets, please.  I am going to follow your and Horace’s example and hire me some fully trustworthy security.”

“I’ll get them ready.  Go ahead and use yours to get started and we’ll add to the supply.”

“Good idea.  Later.”

“Later.”

I called out, “Trisha!”  She was there in seconds.  I told her that there was a contract out on Jenny.

She whipped out her phone, “Unit four, code 13.” 

An answer came back immediately, “Roger.”

At my raised eyebrow, she said, “Unit four is the pair I had watching Jenny at the hospital.  Code 13 means to go protect her directly and extract if necessary.”

“Damn, I knew you were good, but that is... wow.”

She looked weak in the knees as she said, “Thank you, Master.”

At that point, my cell rang again.  It was Jenny.  “Hello, Jenny.”

“What is going on?  All of a sudden Val and Irene have me boxed in.  They are following me everywhere!”

I told her about the contract.

“Oh.”  She paused for a moment.  “I suppose it is alright th...”

I heard Val shout, “Down!”  Followed by a crash and what sounded like gunshots.

Irene’s voice came through with a “Dammit Jenny, stay down!”  Two more gunshots.

Trisha heard all that and was already sending in backup.  The two of us ran for the door, pulling on some clothes.  Except for a few faint noises, the phone went quiet.  We jumped into one of the SUVs along with fifteen marines and took off.  Four more jumped in at the gate – while the SUVs were doing a good forty MPH.  I noticed that the guards staying there were now packing some very serious looking hardware.  So were all the marines in the car with me.

The hospital was only two blocks away.  Trisha made me stay in the car with two very heavily armed marines while she led in three five woman teams. I was amazed, they must have been practicing with their new abilities; I saw one team leap onto a second floor balcony.  A minute later the guard on my left tapped her ear and said, “All clear.”

I went in preceded and followed by a marine.  On the second floor next to the nursing station was a pool of blood.  On the far side of the station was a dead man, presumably the hit man, with two marines standing guard over the corpse.  There were marines everywhere.  One room had four marines in front of it.  I went in, Jenny was there with Irene and Val.  Irene had a bandage on her arm.  Val had several holes in her chest.  She was cursing up a storm as Jenny went in with forceps and pulled out another bullet.  I deliberately took a picture.  I knew that Val would be healed up in a few hours with all her physical evidence gone.  A picture of Jenny with her forceps inside of Val’s chest could be very useful.

Another three bullets in the tray and Jenny was done.  She applied a bandage over the last hole, then looked up, saw me, dashed over and started sobbing on my shoulder.  Irene joined her.  I looked over at Val and commented, “I see you got the bastard.  I am very proud of you and Irene here.”

They harmonized a, “Thank you, my lord.”  Val attempted to get up.  I quickly said, “Val, stay put.  You are not moving until Jenny gives the A-OK.  Do you understand, Marine?”

“Yes, sir,” was her automatic response.

At that point the police arrived.  I went with Trisha to smooth things over.  Fortunately the detective from last year, Detective Danvers, was there and he recognized me.  “Tom, what the hell is going on?”

I explained about the contract that was out on Jenny, and how we had just moved some guards in to protect her when the hit man arrived.  That we were on the phone when it happened, so we had rushed over as backup.

“Backup!  It looks like a bloody invasion!”

“I happen to have very good security on my estate.”

“I should say so!”

I waved Trisha over.  “This is the head of my security, Trisha Wells.”

I let the two of them go professional and just stood back.  They went at it for hours, wandering about discussing things.  In the end, the matter with the hit man seemed to be cleared up, and Trisha walked away bemused.

“That guy should be selling used cars.” She said, “He is good.  He could sell area heaters to Arabs.”

“What do you mean?”

“The girls and I are now the city’s volunteer SWAT team.”

“Unless you don’t want to do it, it sounds fine to me.  It also gives you the authority of the police.”

“I think that is why he thought it up, to reduce paperwork on this whole thing.”

“Good.  Now if Jenny insists on staying, assign at least four guards, there is still a contract out on her.  I am heading back to the estate.”

Apparently the dumb hit men didn’t get the picture, because that night, two more were caught trying to sneak onto the estate.  They had been observed by stationed guards that could see in the dark, night-vision video, infra-red video, and proximity alarms from the second they got out of their car.  When they jumped the fence, they landed completely surrounded by marines with P90s.  The surprised assassins were hauled off to the lockup in the new main gate guard tower.

The tower, built along with the main house upgrades, was much bigger than it looked.  There were two booths with reinforced concrete sides over a foot thick, a titanium gate swing with heavy electronic locks, a car stop for anyone trying to ram their way in, and underground, a 4000 square foot bunker that was completely invisible from above. 

Since the estate utilities also came in at that point, there was an underground generator house capable of running for weeks in case the power was cut off, and a double buffered 20,000 gallon cistern.  The estate was run from one cistern, while the other was filled, then tested for contaminants.  When one was low, then they were swapped.  Hidden in the trees was our own private water tower which buffered it even more.  She had three redundant wells drilled so we could provide our own water if necessary.

An estate sewage system had been installed with a giant septic tank at the entrance.  If the outgoing flow was blocked, the tank was used, and there was a tile field for sewage processing and water recycling in case it couldn’t be emptied.

To complete Trisha’s paranoia, along the back of the estate were a series of backup electric and water systems and underground warehouses full of emergency supplies.  There were three redundant wind turbines spaced across the back of the property.  If necessary, the estate could close the main gate and operate isolated for years.  She filled two of the warehouses (isolated of course) with military artillery, most of which was illegal to have in civilian hands.  The four corner towers even had hidden anti-aircraft guns.  Nothing was going to get to her master and sisters, nothing.

The two assassins were tossed in the brig, an underground cell block off to the side of the guard tower bunker.  The police were called.  Detective Danvers and four officers were escorted to the cell block, rubbernecking the whole way.  One officer commented, “Damn, this place is nice!  Where do I apply?”

The two prisoners were transferred.  Unfortunately, they could only be charged with trespassing and carrying a concealed weapon.  They would be out in no time.  I hoped that they would carry a message back to stay away from Jenny.

After Val was brought back from the hospital and set up in Trisha’s emergency bunker hospital, Jenny took a leave of absence from the hospital.  The hospital was glad to grant it, they didn’t want any more shootouts.  Since it was summer break, the entire estate went into isolation mode.  The only person coming and going was Cassie for her National team events.

I called and talked to Sam, telling him what happened.

“Damn that kid.  I thought I raised him to be more responsible.  I had a similar attack as well, but my guards didn’t catch him until he was in the house already.”

“Geez, any good ideas?  I have been brainstorming and have come up with nothing viable.”

“I have one idea.”

“Good.  What is it?”

“I am going to change my will.  If I die naturally, then my kid gets the estate, if not, then you do.”

“That will get the contract on you cancelled, and fast.  But what about Jenny?”

“I have no idea.  When I tell Robert about my will I will ask him to drop the contract on her too.”

“Okay.  She is fine here on my estate for now.”

“Based on what I know about that estate, she is safer than the president.  I wish my security was as good.  I am actively searching for people to recruit, but not having much luck.  In the meantime, I am losing a lot of sleep.”

“You are welcome to crash at one of my guest houses.”

“You know what, I will take you up on that.  Mind if I bring my girlfriend?  I am a little worried about her too.”

“Not a problem.  I will tell Trisha, my head of security, that you are coming and to prepare one of the guest houses.”

“Thanks, I will see you in a few hours.  Later.”

“Later.”

I told Trisha, adding, “I don’t think we need to worry about him, he knows about TMJ already.  Just restrict him from Jenny’s lab.  And maybe it would be better if everyone called me by my name, ‘My Lord’, or ‘Sir’ while he is here.”

“Yes, sir,” she grinned.

“Oh, and two more things.  If you want to recruit more ladies, do so and just let me know.  And if there are any potential male recruits, Sam would like to recruit them for himself.”

“Yes, sir.” 

“Now get over here and kiss me.”

“Yes, sir.”  She grinned again and sank into my lap, impaling herself while frenching me hard.  She moaned as our tongues dueled and her pussy clamped down on my hard cock.  She slowly rode me until we both came, filling her up with baby butter.  She collapsed against me.  “Master, I’m pregnant.”

“That’s wonderful!  I guess we need to have a party to celebrate!”

“Yes, but it also means I need to get to work training that assistant you mentioned before.  Did you have anyone in mind?”

“Not really.  I think several of your original recruits would be good.  If you don’t have a preference, I suggest Wendy.  She deserves the rank, although I will be sad to lose her as my personal guard.”

“I was thinking of her or Amy.  I will train both.  That way you can still take Wendy as your personal guard.  She will be in charge of personal security, and Amy will be estate security.”

“Good idea.  Why don’t you delegate setting up the house for Sam to Amy to see how she does?”

“I will do that.”  I gave her another kiss, then she got up and left, to find Amy I assumed.

A few hours later I met Sam and his girlfriend at the main gate.  She was pretty, but not drop dead gorgeous like I was expecting.  “Sam!  Welcome to my place.  And the lovely lady is...?”

She answered, “Pam.  Maybe you can answer some questions for me?”

A little surprised, I said, “If I can.”  Sam just stood there.

“What the hell are we doing here?”

“Didn’t Sam tell you?”

“He just said that we were getting away for a while and refused to say anything else.  Then he packed us a quick bag and we were on the airplane before I knew what was happening.”

“I am sure Sam has his reasons.  I won’t answer your question without his permission though.  I will just say that this is the most secure place in the country, except maybe Cheyenne Mountain.”

Sam spoke for the first time, “Tom, I just couldn’t tell her about Robert.  If you are willing, please tell her.”

She looked at Sam, “Robert, you mean your son?”

Sam just looked down.  I answered, “Yes, that is who he means.  Robert is causing problems, and it isn’t safe for you or Sam outside these walls.”

“Oh!  You really think he would do something like...  Are you sure?”

Sam replied, “He already tried several times.”

“Oh!”  She stood there looking scared.

I said, “The security here is better than the military.  I have reserved a guest cabin for you.  Come with me.”  I led them to the golf cart where their three bags were already waiting.  Next to it was another cart.  I handed Sam the keys.  “Here is the key to the cart and the house.”  He climbed in the second cart along with Pam.  I drove the first one along with a guard to the most isolated of the two guest cabins that had come with the second estate.  It was a nice place with three bedrooms, one of them a very nice master bedroom, its own kitchen, dining room, large living room with all the amenities, small den and a big deck with a hot tub.

As they got out and started looking around, the guard took their bags and left them on the master bed, then left.  I said, “I know it isn’t as luxurious as you are used to, but feel free to stay as long as you like.  Just a note, there isn’t a dress code here on the estate, so don’t be surprised by someone taking a nature walk.  Also, my grandpa lives in the house around the corner with his four wives, so you may run into them.  You have pretty much free reign.  The guards will stop you if you go someplace you shouldn’t.  Any questions?”

Sam asked, “Food?”

“The ‘fridge should be stocked, otherwise just come over to the main house and join us for a meal.  It is pretty informal.”

Sam smiled, “I haven’t cooked anything in twenty years, sounds like fun.”

“Oh, and dial ‘9’ on the phone to get an outside line.  ‘0’ will get you the guard house.  Someone will stop by tomorrow to get your laundry.  There is a high bandwidth ‘net connection in the den with video conferencing if you need it.”

“I think we can take care of things here then.  I feel so much safer already with your Bond girls guarding the place.”

“I hope you can get some sleep.  I know I sleep like a rock knowing they are there.  Have fun roughing it.”  I took off.

The next day Sam showed up at the main gate to walk through his lawyer, Vic Dwyer, then drove him back to his cabin.  Five hours later, he walked him back out.  The day after that, he and Pam showed up around five in the afternoon.  They both looked uncomfortable as everyone was nude except them.  About six thirty, we all sat at the main table.  The kids were constantly asking them questions.  Finally Grandma Alice told them to wait until after dinner to pester our guests.

After the dinner hoopla died down, Sam said, “Tom, this had been so relaxing over the past two days.  Before this it was a running battle between stress ulcers and TMJ repairing them.  I haven’t slept this well in my memory.”  Pam just smiled.

“Sam, you are welcome to the house any time you want.  I will keep it reserved for you.”

“Thank you.  I will stay a few more days before I go, but I will be back I think several times a year, just for a recovery.”

“Any time.  Also I asked Trisha to make a list of potential recruits for you.  She should have the list ready by the time you go.”

“Sounds good.  I don’t think that they can be as loyal as your ladies though.  I get the feeling that most of your guards are head over heels in love with you.  I don’t think that would work with male guards.  I don’t dare get any ladies, Pam would kill me herself.”

Pam gave him a playful punch in the arm.

I grinned at him, “Probably not, but you may be surprised at how loyal they may be.  You will be granting them a new lease on life.  That is pretty powerful, they will owe you everything.  Horace seems to make it work.”

“Ummm.”

Sam and Pam stayed for another two days.  He left, saying that he couldn’t leave his empire running on auto-pilot much longer, even though he had been supervising from the cabin.  He commented that Robert should have had time to call back in the contract on him by now.

He was wrong.

The news that evening covered the events that occurred when they got home.  Apparently a car bomb was put under Sam’s limo.  It failed to kill him because the limo was armor plated, but the assault team that came after the disabled limo took him and Pam out.  Even TMJ couldn’t repair what was left of him.

Sam had already changed his will, apparently that was the lawyer visit on his second day on my estate.  The lawyers descended on his empire, completely taking it over before Robert could do anything.  I grinned even though I was grieving; I bet he was one frustrated guy!  Vic Dwyer, the lawyer, called and told me that I was sole heir of the entire estate; about $15 billion in factories and various industries, and liquid assets of about $4 billion after all the death taxes.  I was astounded; the death tax came to almost 60% of the estate.  I bet some politician was happy about that.  Good thing Sam had several billion in Grand Cayman accounts where the feds couldn’t get at it.

Robert was arrested within days; apparently he didn’t cover his tracks all that well.  He used intermediaries well known to the feds.  The fool spent every penny he had on the contracts, and so he had no money for a good criminal lawyer.  He went before the judge with a public defender and got life in prison.  He didn’t even bother to plead not guilty.

The day after Robert’s conviction, the lawyer, Vic Dwyer, showed up at the gates.  Since it was an unscheduled visit, I met him and took him to the house Sam had used.  As we were driving out to the cabin, I commented, “I will really miss Sam.”

“So will I.  He was a good friend.  He was especially happy over the last year since you and Dr. Franks helped him out.”

“That is nice to hear.  Too bad his son couldn’t live with it.”

“Yeah, I don’t know what got into that kid.  He used to be so nice.  But since his mother died when he was fifteen, he has been nasty and self-centered.”

“I just wish I could have seen his face when he learned that he wasn’t inheriting it all.”

“I did see his face.  The look of shock and utter frustration was both satisfying and, as someone who helped raise him, sad to see.”

We quietly drove the rest of the way.  We set up in the den and Vic said, “Simply, you have control over everything.  What do you want to do with it all?”

I had thought long and hard about it.  I didn’t want Sam’s empire.  I was content as I was.  “I want to give every business to the people who work there.  Shares based on length of service.  I certainly don’t need them, let his employees inherit the empire.  I’ll take the liquid assets.”

He raised his eyebrows.  “Are you sure?  That is $15 billion dollars you are giving away.”

“Quite sure.  I don’t want the responsibility.  I am happy here.”

“Okay.  What about his physical estate, the house, the cryogenic storage facility, everything like that?”

“How big is it?”

“About 15 acres.  Nice, but not nearly as nice as yours.”

“Sell it.  Send the TMJ back to me.  Give all the employees two years salary for severance.”

“Okay.  And what about the holding company, Farnsworth Industries?”

“Since they aren’t holding anything anymore, I guess I will have to lay them off.  Give them two years severance as well.”

“Sigh.  And what about the legal staff?”

“Ah, the nitty gritty, eh?”  I smiled.  He gave a weak smile back.  I continued, “I hate to say it, but I don’t need more than two or three people here, do I?”

“No, not if you are just running the estate.  You really don’t even need that many.  One person could do the job.”

“You are talking yourself into a lot of work, and your firm out of a lot of fees.”

“Me?  No.  I am retiring.  I am maintaining ownership so Dwyer, Cannes, and Yates will keep its name, but I will no longer be taking cases.”  He paused with a thoughtful look on his face.  “I have heard a lot of things about TMJ.  Does it take care of congenital problems?”

“All that we have tested.  Are you talking about a hairlip or club foot?”

“I am talking about two interns that I have.  They were conjoined twins, but were separated.  They had to split the liver and several other organs and are in poor health.”

I thought of the marine whose breast reduction had been reversed.  “TMJ will probably fix that.  Are you thinking that they would be on permanent assignment to me?”

“Yes.  Also, on a personal note, how does TMJ do with drug addiction?”

“Clears it right up.”  Several of the marines had been addicted to pain killers and after taking TMJ had never touched them again.

“I have a granddaughter who lives on the street.  I am thinking that an intervention is in order.”

That was an easy one.  “Send her with the lawyers, we’ll get her straightened out.  If she is under 18, make sure you send guardianship papers.”

“Of course.”  He looked insulted.

“Just making sure.”

That evening I went out to the kitchen for a snack.  One of the pregnant guards, Sarah, was standing there, looking at a puddle on the floor.  She glanced up at me and said calmly, “I think my water just broke.”

The second she said that, Wendy, who was following me as my personal guard, said into her throat microphone, “Code 86, Main Kitchen, Sarah.”  Seconds later two more guards showed up with a stretcher.  The guard who called it in coordinated loading her into a SUV/ambulance and we were off in the chase car in less than two minutes.

Three hours later, My second kid, Pamela Johnson, was born.  When there weren’t any issues, we transported the two of them back to the estate clinic, much to the delight of my parents and grandparents, and all her sisters.  She was going to be one spoiled kid.

 

Chapter 30

 

The three new girls arrived two days later.  Trisha and I headed up to the gate to greet them.  The two lawyers were very petite blondes that had malformed hips and walked with canes.  With them was a large burly guy escorting a teenage girl about my age who was unbelievably cute, until she opened her mouth.

“God fucking dammit!  Will you assholes unfasten these damn shackles and let me go?  Fuckin’ fascists!”  She also had a clear case of the shakes.

I turned to the twins and said, “Welcome to my estate.  I understand that you would like to see if TMJ will work for your injuries.”

The one on the left said, “Yes please.  Dwyer said it is like magic.”

“Not magic, but science.  Anyway, why don’t I get you an escort to see Jenny, the estate doctor.  You can talk to her and she can answer any of your questions.”  I waved over a guard and told her to take the twins to see Jenny.

As they were led over to a cart, I turned to Trisha.  “This one really needs an attitude adjustment.”

“I’ll say.”

“Take her to a cell for now.  I will be back later.”

I hopped on a cart and zipped up to the house.  I grabbed a box of chocolates from the fridge and zipped back to the guard bunker.  I went down to the cell block.  Looking at the paperwork, I saw that her name was Sandra.  I followed the shrieking to cell #6 where Sandra and yelling and jumping about.  It was a padded cell, so she couldn’t easily hurt herself.

I went into the cell.  “Sandra, welcome to Johnson estates.  You will be here for a while, so you might as well calm down.”  She stank, a faint odor of urine and a sharp chemical smell.

“No!  I have to get out of here!  Why am I here?  Why won’t you let me go?”  She slumped down against the wall hugging her knees to her chest, crying.

“Sandra, your family sent you here as an intervention.”

“What?  Noooo...”  She really began sobbing.

“Hey, cheer up.  Have a chocolate.”  I handed her one of the chocolates.  She nabbed it and stuffed it in her mouth.

Her eyes widened, and she said, “This is really good!”  Then she relaxed as she zoned out.  To be safe, I handed her another one and told her to eat it.  She gobbled it down.  Then I started programming.  “Sandra, you really like it here, don’t you?”  She didn’t, but the suggestion should take care of that.

“Um-hmmm.”

“You think the guy who came into your cell is really cute and you are already falling for him, aren’t you?”

“Yes.”

“You want to be nice and help people.  It is really painful when you snap and bark at people.  Isn’t it?”

“Yes.”

“You are falling more and more for the cute guy in your cell with you, aren’t you?”

“Oh, yes!”

“Your pussy drips with need and your nipples get hard every time you think of him, don’t they?”

“Yes!”

“You really want to be good so maybe he will like you and maybe even fuck you, don’t you?”

“Man oh man, yes!”

“Go to sleep now, dreaming about him.”  She slumped back onto the floor.  I picked her up and laid her out on the cot.  The chemical smell was fading fast.

I left, giving the guard a big kiss which she enthusiastically returned, telling her to bring Sandra up to the house when she awoke.

The twins were still in conference with Jenny.  I was feeling really horny, so I pulled Rose aside, had her bend over and grab the stair railing, then slid into her already dripping pussy.  She instantly orgasmed, having mini orgasms with every thrust, her pussy pulsated up and down my cock.  It wasn’t long until I dumped my load deep into her.  She screamed and passed out, collapsing against the railing.  I pulled out, waved Penny over, and sat her on the edge of a big stuffed chair.  I slid home in her sweet pussy as she started thrashing about.  She gasped, shouted, “I love you so much!” and passed out as I filled her with baby butter.

Another girl came over and bent over, grabbing the railing.  Without even thinking about it, I slid into her and was soon leaving a nice deposit in her as well.  It wasn’t until she collapsed in ecstasy I realized it was my Grandma Alice, who by now looked like an 18 year old.  Surprised, it kicked me out of the rutting cycle and I collapsed into the big easy chair in the living room.  Melissa and Rissa immediately settled down to cuddle with me while Sandy eagerly licked me clean.

I didn’t see the lawyer twins for two days.  Apparently Jenny had talked them into being closely monitored from her lab during the initial TMJ effects.  It seemed that TMJ was working overtime with the twins, they were at least six inches taller, both of their busts and asses had grown, they were curvier, even their hair had more luster.  I actually first saw them during my morning jog, and almost didn’t recognize the two of them.  They were as cute as puppies.  Since they were nude, I could easily see that the scars on their sides were almost gone. 

I jogged up next to them and commented, “Ladies, looking good!”

They both blushed, the one on the left shyly saying, “Thanks.”  They were both eyeing my jockstrap bulge.

I turned off on another path, not wanting to make them too uncomfortable.

Back at the house was a surprise.  Ten fantastically gorgeous girls, seven from the cheerleading finals, Sandra, Sandy and Rose, were kneeling with their heads bowed in my bedroom.  Sandy and Rose explained.  “We saw how much you enjoyed it when Jenny got pregnant, so we arranged these breeders as a present for you.  Every one of us is perfect physically, and highly intelligent.  We all know that our purpose in life is to have babies for our master.” 

Wow!  What a gift!  “But what about Sandra?”

“When she heard about the gift, she wanted to join us.”

Hmmm, it sounded like they were already set, but I wanted to make sure.  I pointed to the one on the far left.  “Get over here and suck me off.”

She scrambled over and started giving me an expert blow job.  Soon I was ready to spurt.  I had them all line up, mouths open, and then gave them each a mouth full.  They were all quickly zoned out.  “You all love me beyond belief.  Do you understand?”

They all said in harmony, “Yes, Master.”

“I am higher than God, I am the most important person in existence.  You are honored and humbled to even be in my presence.  You will pray to me, and me alone.”  Now to put in what Sandy and Rose had wanted, “You want my seed, you ache for it.  You want nothing more than to carry my babies for the rest of your life.  You know that is your purpose for existing.  You are happy as long as you are pregnant with my babies or are in my presence, of course.  You love your sisters, the other girls that I own, and will do anything for them, unless I say otherwise, of course.  You will always remember that I own you and your soul forever, and you are ecstatic about me owning you.”

“Now repeat, ‘I love Master and want his babies’ over and over, knowing that you love me more every time you say it.”

They started saying it over and over.  I let them repeat it a few dozen times, then I said, “Relax now and think about how wonderful it is to be one of my girls.”

I got up and left the row of them, half dozing with a big smile.

Wendy was on duty, so I sat her on the guest bed in the next room, and started kissing her.  She eagerly kissed me back.  Moving forward I slowly slid into her and she wrapped her legs around me as her beautiful red hair sprayed out like a autumn carpet.  We slowly moved in a rhythm as old as time, she came so many times I lost count; I came three times in her wonderful quim.  She gasped out, “I love you so much!”  As we both came down from our orgasmic high, she hugged me tightly and started crying.

I asked, “What’s wrong?”

“I am just so happy!  I wish I could lie here with you forever!”

“We can’t lie here forever, but you are head of my personal guards, so you will be with me forever.”

She held me tighter and snuggled in, “Oh, Master, I love you so much it hurts!”

Suddenly she stiffened and was instantly all business.  “Sir, we have a situation.”

I got up and she quickly followed.  “Report.”

“Sir, a large group of people have attempted to penetrate the perimeter fence near guardhouse #6.  We have stopped them, but there is a guard down.”  She looked both angry and stricken as she looked at me, “It’s Reena, sir.”  Reena was a close friend of Wendy’s.

We both quickly got dressed and took off at a full run for guardhouse #6, which was along the back wall.  Around the house I could see a secondary guard perimeter.  Very good.  Trisha or Amy were on the ball.  Wendy wasn’t happy that I was running towards the problem, but she knew me well enough that she didn’t say anything.  I heard her murmur something into her microphone about “big cheese”, who I assume was me.  As we ran, six more marines showed up, running with us.

There were another six marines guarding the 14 prisoners.  The prisoners were all dressed in black, handcuffed and kneeling.  There were four dead dressed in black.  Trisha was asking one of the 14 why they were there.  The guy was not talking, yet.  Over by the fence was Reena on the ground, with Georgina working on her.  I went over for a closer look. 

Reena’s eyes were open and staring.  There was a large hole in her right temple, it wasn’t bleeding.  The blood was oozing out slowly and mixing with Reena’s bright red hair as Georgina did CPR.  Reena was dead.  I put my hand on Georgina’s shoulder and said, “Not even TMJ will save her, Georgina.”  She sat back on her heals and let out a gasping sigh then turned, hugged my legs, and started crying.  Wendy hugged me as well, crying.  Trisha looked over.  I gave a small shake of my head.  Her shoulders slumped.

Trisha turned back to the guy she was interrogating.  “You are all now guilty of murder.  If I were you, I would want to get as many brownie points as possible.”

Within minutes, he talked.  “We were just following orders.  We are all members of the Righteous Crosses, and were told to take out a guy named Tom Johnson.” 

Trisha asked, “The Righteous Crosses, the prison gang?”

“Yes, ma’am.”

“Who gave this order?”

“I don’t know, Vance was our leader, and he is dead over there.”

Sighing, she turned and walked over to me.  “I would guess that Robert Farnsworth is trading favors in prison.”

“I wonder what he has to bargain with?  Wasn’t he broke?”

“I thought so.  Anyway, the police should be here at any minute.”  A pair of headlights appeared around the corner of the estate.  “Speak of the devil...”

It was Detective Danvers.  “Tom, Trisha, what the hell is all this?”

Trisha answered, “Apparently, the Righteous Crosses prison gang has decided to go after Tom here.  They used ladders to scale the fence, we were waiting on this side.  We nailed four of the bastards, they got off a lucky shot and killed one of our guards, Reena.”

“Damn.  The only reason the RCs would be after Tom here is if Robert put them up to it.  I’ll bet there is no way to trace it back to him though.”

“Probably not.”

I was thinking, “I will ask him.”

Detective Danvers said, “Wha... Oh, that might actually work.  He has nothing to lose, so he might as well tell you.”

 

Two days later, I faced Robert through the heavy pexi of the visitor’s booth at the prison.  He took one look and said into the phone, “You are supposed to be dead.”

“Sorry to disappoint you, but we stopped the eighteen guys you sent.  You will be seeing the fourteen remaining of them soon.”

“Don’t worry, there are plenty more where they came from.”

“Is that a threat?”

“You bet your ass it is!”

I grinned, “Thanks, that was all I needed to know.  Goodbye, Robert.”  I left him there.

Outside the prison, I told Detective Danvers and Trisha that it was confirmed that Robert was behind it all.  Trisha immediately pressed her throat microphone and said, “It’s a go.”

Det. Danvers looked at her and said, “What’s a go?”  Then he shook his head and said, “No, I don’t want to know.”  He got into his car and left.  I wasn’t sure what “was a go” either, but I didn’t say anything.

Two hours later, Robert was found dead in the yard.  There were six shivs in his gut.  No witnesses.  Nobody threatens or hurts Trisha’s family.

Except for the ten who drew the short straw and had to stay back to guard the estate, there were close to a hundred people at Reena’s service.  She was buried with full honors in the local veterans’ cemetery.  21 gun salute, taps, the whole works.  Trisha, Wendy, and I had discussed burying her on the estate, but Wendy thought Reena would like being buried with her fallen comrades.  When the sergeant said “Ten, hut!”, I thought he was going to jump out of his skin when close to sixty people snapped to attention at once.  There were 27 estate marine guards plus the honor guard and twenty marines from her unit.  (I had them all flown in for the funeral.)

After the service, we all got together at the VA for drinks.  I was only 16, so I had ginger ale.  I noticed that many of Reena’s unit were in bad shape; two of them in wheelchairs, several more pale and using heavy makeup to hide sunken eyes.  I headed over to talk to them.  They were clustered in a corner, probably not sure what to do.

I went up the nearest, a pretty blonde in a wheelchair.  “Hello, I’m Tom.  You a friend of Reena’s?”

She looked up me.  “Tom, eh?  Yes, I am a friend of hers.  Names Chloe.  You wouldn’t be Tom Johnson, her boss, would you?”

“Yes.  You’ve heard of me?”

“Reena would talk about you all the time.  Tom this, Tom that.  She never said so, but I think she was head over heels for you.”

“Really?”

“She was constantly trying to get me to come work with her.  She had all these big plans now that she was in remission.  She really didn’t seem to realize that I am in a chair and worthless now.”

I was a little taken back by her inferiority complex.  “I don’t believe that.  All the guards who work for me started in a chair or with a terminal illness.”

She peered around the room at all the super-healthy marine guards.  “That is a little hard to believe.”

“Chloe, let’s just say working for me has its advantages.  Talk to some of the marines here, and if you want I will hire you and any of your unit who want a job.  No matter what problems you or they have.  Even if you don’t believe me, it is a good job and you would be working with fellow marines.”

She looked thoughtful.  “I will do that.”  She turned and started talking with the rest of the sickly looking crowd.

I wandered around the room, giving out hugs, shaking Reena’s father’s hand.  She had a sister around 18 who was quite pretty, she said that she had just got into state.  When she said that, I heard her dad mutter, “Yeah, now we just have to pay for it.”  It was under his breath, I don’t think he realized how good my hearing was. 

I knew that Reena hadn’t taken any salary since she started, so I said, “I suppose you are Reena’s heirs now.  I don’t think she has taken her salary for two years now, she has been living on the estate.  Check with the accountants, I bet she would have wanted it to go to help her sister’s education.”

Her sister, Cat, squealed, “Really?”

“I’ll bet if it is a scholarship, you can avoid a lot of the taxes.  She easily has enough for four years of collage, plus some to cover getting you going afterward.”

Cat was jumping around all excited, the fact that her sister had just died forgotten for a moment.  About thirty seconds later she stopped as she realized she owed it to her dead sister.  I handed a generic estate card to her father, “Call and set it up.  She has over $200K in back salary waiting.  That doesn’t include her life insurance which is close to a million after taxes.”  I figured I owed Reena and if I could make her family happy...  I kept it a bit on the down low because I didn’t want them personally thinking of me.

As I continued my rounds, I saw that several of the sickly marines were talking to my marines.  Good.

About an hour later, Chloe came up to me.  “Sir, we would like to take you up on your offer.”

I waved Trisha over.  “Trisha, Chloe and her friends are now new recruits.  Please arrange for their transportation and moving expenses.”

“Yes, sir.  Since they are here, do you want to treat them now or when they reach the estate?”

“Since we don’t know how long it will take for them to move, let’s wait unless it is an emergency.”

I turned back to Chloe.  “Trisha here is the head of security.  She will arrange everything.  I will see you when you arrive.  Nice to have you in the family.”  I shook her hand.

Trisha took over, and I left, shaking hands with Reena’s dad on the way out.

Chapter 31

 

Back at the estate, I was greeted by a pair of naked sexy blonde twins.  “We would really like to thank you.”  Said one.  “We feel wonderful and just love it here.”  Said the other.

They pulled off my suit, then pushed me back on the bed.  One of them straddled me, impaling herself.  I felt her hymen break.  The other sat on my face where I licked her delicious nectar.  I could feel them having orgasm after orgasm.  I could hear it too as they squealed.  I blasted the one full of baby butter, she squealed loudly and collapsed.  I was still hard, so I flipped the one from my face, spread her legs, and slid home in her, popping her cherry as well.  In a few minutes I was filling her with a second dose of baby butter as she collapsed as well.

I took fingerfuls of cum from each of their pussies and fed it to them.  They zoned out almost immediately.  “Girls, you absolutely love it here on the estate.  It is paradise.  You love me completely and absolutely, I am your God.  Just being in my presence is wonderful.  You love being one of my possessions, one of my slave girls.  You know that you will always have friends in both your real and your slave sisters.  This has been the best night of your life.”  I left them there for that to sink in.

I was horny as all get out, so I laid Wendy, who was outside the door, out next to the twins and slid into her beautiful red quim.  She squealed in delight, then started orgasming for every stroke I made.  She was soon totally incoherent.  A few minutes later I left her full of cream and passed out on the bed.

I saw another set of twins down the hall, the ones from the cheerleading conference that had gone for the double blow job and ended up mine.  I waved them into the bedroom, laid them back and gave each a cream pie.  I left the five of them on the bed and headed for the kitchen for my usual post-coital snack.  The second guard, Val, told me that Erin and Charlene, two of the pregnant guards, had just gone into labor.  They were both at the estate clinic being attended to by Jenny.

“Please inform my mother and grandmothers if you haven’t already.  Let’s head over to the clinic.”  I took off at a jog, Val following, murmuring into her radio.  The clinic was in the far corner of the estate, kitty-corner to my parent’s house.  So it took a few minutes to jog over.  We could have taken the carts, but it wasn’t an emergency, and it was only about a half mile.  I was thinking about it as I jogged, we could use more land.  Money wasn’t an object, so the key was to get the land.  The city owned the 3380 acres behind us, and there was another two estates to the left that were 25 acres each.  To the right was the city proper, so that was out.  The two estate owners I didn’t know, they were reclusive.  I would have the twins send them offers.  The 3380 behind us was from a farm that was foreclosed due to taxes.  About half was wooded, half was overgrown fields.  The rest had been sold off already for housing development.  I would get the twins to make an offer there too.

We were coming up on the hospital.  The part above ground was the ambulance bay, and an ER reception area.  We went in, got into the elevator, and hit the button for the 6^th subfloor which was labeled ‘maternity’.  Like the rest of the estate, Trisha had overdone the hospital a bit, it was actually larger than the full hospital two blocks away.  It had room for a full staff of 10-15 doctors and 80+ nurses, but all it had now was Jenny and a few med-tech trained marines.  All the labs, cafés, nurse’s stations, 6 Operating theaters, and 100+ rooms were all empty.  A bit depressing.  The place was never going to be used much with everyone on TMJ.

Attached through a series of underground tunnels were a series of underground barracks that I assume were being readied for Chloe and her cohorts.  The main house was overfull.  Thinking about it I realized that the last group of recruits must be using them already since the main house was overfull even before they arrived.

Erin and Charlene were in adjoining rooms next to the elevator.  They were close enough that they were actively arguing between labor pains over who would get to name their kid Reena.  Neither was giving an inch.  Heh, Marines.  I settled it, “The first one of you to give birth gets Reena, the second one gets Anna, her middle name, okay?”

An hour later, Charlene beat Erin by five minutes with Reena Anna Johnson.  Erin had Anna Reena Johnson.  Go figure.  Both were beautiful little girls.

Chapter 32

I put the lawyer twins to the land purchases.  They easily purchased the two other estates, the owners were glad to sell during a recession.  The city whined about losing the tax base if the 3380 acres were not converted to track housing and was reluctant to sell.  I pointed out that my employees contributed more to the tax base than the housing would.  I also hinted that they would lean towards the incumbents in the next election.  I got the land cheap.

Trisha immediately hired a company to build a brick wall and interior road around the whole 3380 acres, to fill in the gates in the other two estates, and finally to knock down all the interior fences.  It took until school started in the fall for them to finish.  The only part that was left were the guard towers and the chunk of fence that Reena died defending.  Trisha put up a historical marker.

Trisha was also busy building more bunkers.  The latest I had contributed to and had her build an entire underground mall/town.  On top of it we built a couple of cabins to disguise it.  Underground it looked like a shopping mall, food courts, center park with trees, playground, fountains and all.  There were tunnels to the nearby estate hospital, troop barracks, and storage bunkers.  Trisha added another full guard house with loading docks along the fence for deliveries.

She added six more wind generators, ten underground fuel storage tanks with generators, another two water treatment/filter facilities, and another six hidden anti-aircraft guns in new guard towers along the new fence.  The only way in or out of the estate was the main entrance or loading docks.  There was also a hidden airplane hangar with two smaller prop planes, a full Challenger 300 jet, a Harrier fighter that was refitted with full combat gear, and two cobra choppers.  The runway was by necessity on the surface, but it had its own guard tower that doubled as a flight tower with full radar and lidar.

Of the $4 billion I inherited, she spent close to a billion and a half.

 

Chloe and her squad were easily up and running two weeks after they arrived.  I had claimed all of the squad except her when she appeared one night and we fucked each other silly.  She said she came to thank me, but I think it was 90% peer pressure.

We took a vote, and with 2 yeas and 6 nays we decided to skip cheer camp.  It was too easy, we felt guilty about taking the trophy from the next best team who act

ually worked much harder for it.  We were still obligated to give the trophy to the winners as last year’s champions, so we got on the estate jet and flew down for the awards ceremony.  Besides the two marines who were piloting, four were undercover with us.  They were really having a good time being undercover, acting like the 18 year olds they appeared to be.  Both pilots appeared to be around 18 as well; fortunately they both still had their military IDs with a picture that was taken in their early 20s.  Susie was also with us.  She had whined and hinted until I gave in.

We landed without incident in Orlando.  Since my girls had gone over the plane with a fine tooth comb (literally – I saw them take a toothbrush to some of the equipment) and with two ex-military pilots, I hadn’t been too worried.

We parked in a rented hanger, then took the ubiquitous pair of black SUVs to the hotel, driven by two more of my guards who had flown down earlier.  A third was guarding the door to the hotel floor we had rented.  I gave her a hug, said, “Thanks, Beth” and a kiss as we got there.  She practically melted.

Each girl and I took a room, dumped our gear, then met out in the hall.  We went over to the cheer camp to check in.  The head counselor met with us.  He was pretty upset that we hadn’t attended.

I told him that we felt it was unfair.  We had enough trophies.  He really didn’t understand, but welcomed us anyway.  He gave us the schedule, the event was later today.  He reserved some seats for us.  We thanked him, then headed out to play tourist for a few hours.  Orlando was a bit boring, so we bought a few t‑shirts and returned to the hotel to freshen up.

It had been a while since I had been with Susie, so I pulled her into my room, slowly undressed her while kissing her all over and she giggled, then laid her back on the bed and slid deep into her wonderful pussy.  She sighed and wrapped herself around me.  I just laid there hugging her tight.  It really had been too long.  I felt her pussy clamp onto my cock.  I stroked and she thrust back.  Soon we had a nice slow rhythm.  Her perfect C cups bounced slightly at each thrust, nipples hard as rock.  I leaned down and kissed her.  She frenched me back, murmuring, “It has been too long, I love you so much”.  Soon she was moaning and arching her back in a large orgasm.  Her vaginal muscles rippled along my cock making me cum hard, filling her quim.  She felt the heat and her orgasm grew and grew.  Suddenly she relaxed unconscious with drool running down her cheek.  I slid out and stood there admiring the beautiful girl before me.  I was still hard as a rock as she came around so I flipped her up on all fours and rammed home from behind.  She let out a shriek and rammed back.  We both kept ramming and cumming for almost forty five minutes, giving the TMJ endurance and rejuvenation a run for its money.  I must have pumped a quart of cum into her pussy, and somehow her body kept it all in.  Nary a drop landed on the bed.  We both were sweaty so we climbed into the shower to clean up before we headed out for the competition.

The cheer finals were fun to watch.  One team even managed to duplicate our pyramid, albeit one person smaller.  It was quite the accomplishment.  That team got 100% for technical, but another team got all the points on artistic and won.  We came out and presented the trophy.

I invited the top three teams plus one other that had a real set of hotties to a party back at the hotel pool and beach.  A hundred real hot cheerleaders in bikinis, no waiting!  I was in second heaven as I wandered about the party.  I managed to hook up with two different ladies for a quick trip into a pool cabana.  Then I saw them, I don’t know how I missed them at the competition.  Triplets.  Flawlessly beautiful.  Blonde.  I wanted them.  I moved over and said, “Hello, ladies.  I’m Tom.”

One was talking to another guy, but two of them smiled and one said, “Hey, there might be life at this party after all!”

The other one said, “Hi, I’m Alice and this is Alisha. Where are you from?  Didn’t I see you hand out the trophy?”

“Yeah.  Last year we won, so this year we decided not to compete.”

Alisha asked, “Why?”

“Because it wouldn’t be fair to the other squads.”

Alice snorted, “Sure of yourself, aren’t you?”

I grinned and said, “Yup.”

They said simultaneously, “We like that,” and moved closer.

“In fact, I’ll bet that I can have both of you unconscious and drooling from pleasure within the next hour.”

The third triplet appeared next to her sisters and said, “How about all three of us?”

“You are on.”  I pulled her into the pool tent, her sisters following.  I kissed her hard, tongues battling.  I licked my way down to her perfect breasts, teasing her erect nipples.  I untied her bottoms and slid my cock deep into her as I pulled over one of her sisters and kissed her deeply.  As I stroked, rubbing my cock against her clit, the first girl started orgasming.  I continued slowly screwing her while I moved to her sister’s neck, licking slowly as I moved down to her hard nips.  Soon the first girl started a massive orgasm and I filled her up.  She passed out, drooling, as I slid into the second girl and pulled the third to me.  As the second passed out with a load in her quim, the third got my hard cock slowly inserted into her.  Ten minutes later she was also drooling on the bed.  Bet won.

Getting a big gob on my finger I held it to her lips.  Her nose twitched and she slurped in the finger.  I repeated it with the other two.  They laid there perfect legs spread with cream pies dripping down and six zoned out eyes.

“Ladies,” I began.  “You love me beyond all belief, don’t you?”

“Ummm, Yes!”  They said in perfect synchronization.

“The last twenty minutes has been the most wonderful time of your lives, wasn’t it?”

“Oh, Yes.”

“You want to do nothing else for the rest of your life but hang out around me in the off chance you will get to use my cock, either fucking it or sucking it, don’t you?”

“Yes!”

“You really want to join the group of girls that get to be with me more than anything, so you have a chance, don’t you?”

“Yes!”

“You realize that the I, Tom, am like God, and that you now must pray to me and you exist only to be one of my sex toy possessions, don’t you?”

“Oh, Yes!”

“You want to help out and live with your fellow sex toys, who are now your BFFs, just so you can be near me and my cock.  It is all you can think or dream about.  You ache with need to be near me and your greatest wish is to be occasionally fucked by me.  Why does your pussy ache?”

“With need to be near you!”

“What is your greatest wish?”

“To occasionally get fucked by you!”

“Good answer.  When you wake up, you will find your God and ask him how you can join his collection of sex toys.”  I left them there and went back to the pool.  I hadn’t used the interactive programming for a while, but from experience I knew it was stronger.

I was talking to another super hot blonde girl, and was thinking that she was so dumb that I didn’t want to add her to the estate gene pool, but she might be fun for a quick trip to a tent, when I saw the three triplets quietly standing off the side, waiting until I was finished with the bimbo.  I quickly finished my conversation with her, then the three of them stepped forward, heads bowed.

I knew already, but asked, “Hello ladies.  How can I help you?”

The one in the center said, “Tom, sir, we would like to come live with you.  We will do anything you want.”

I waved over Beth, and said, “Beth, meet Alice, Alisha, and Alinda.  They are new recruits.  Fill them in with all the details.”

“Yes, sir.  They will be moving to the estate?”

I looked at them, “Girls, how old are you?”

“18, sir.”

I told Beth.  “Yes, they will be moving.”

Beth smiled and herded them away, speaking into her radio.  One of the other undercover guards, Camille, came over and started partying near me.  Trisha had these girls well trained.

I was drawn by a small crowd over to the pool.  A beautiful girl with a perfect body was diving perfect 10s, getting out, then diving again.  After her exhibition I went over to her.  She took of the bathing cap and I was surprised to see that she was bald.  She was still beautiful.  When I got closer I could see some puffiness, I guessed chemo.  I went up to her, held out my hand and said, “Hello, I’m Tom.”

A little timidly she shook it and replied, “Sheila.”

“You are pretty good on that board.”

A small grin, “Yeah, I was state champion before I got sick.”

“Let me guess, cancer.”

She self consciously touched her bald head.  “Obvious, huh?  The chemo is failing, and this is my last splurge, courtesy of Make a Wish.”

“What was your wish – to make all the cheerleaders jealous at cheer camp?  If so, you got it.”

She blushed.  “No, it was to be able to even go to cheer camp.  Right now I am pumped full of amphetamines to even have the energy to stand here.  I am about due for another shot to keep going.”

I was amazed at this beautiful girl and the courage it was taking to do what she was doing.  “Sheila, what if I was to say that I could help you out.”

“No offense, you are handsome and all, but what can you do?  You are just a teenage boy.”

“I am a teenage boy who invented a cure for cancer and am filthy rich because of it.”

She gave me a look, “That is the most self-serving and hurtful lie I have ever heard.”  She turned to leave.

“Wait a second.”  I gestured to Camille, “Camille, could you have someone bring a bottle of TMJ here please?”

“Yes, sir.”

Sheila was a little surprised at the deference shown me by Camille.  And when Camille started spouting code words into the air (I knew it was for her earpiece), Sheila gave me a more speculative look.

About 30 seconds later, another undercover guard came up and handed me a bottle, then she took off.  Sheila was watching with interest by now.

I held up the bottle.  “Sheila, you have nothing to lose, so I will give you an option.  Take three of these, and you are cured.  The side effect is that you need to keep taking one of these every other day for the rest of your life, which will be a long one.”

“And if I don’t keep taking them?”

“You lapse into a coma and die.  That is why they aren’t on the market yet.  Along with limited production capability.”

“How much do they cost?”

“More than you can afford.  The deal I usually make is that you come to work for me and you get status as a test subject so you get it free.”

“Work for you.  Doing what?”

“Well there are many jobs.  I have Doctors, Lawyers, Security like Camille here.  I also will pay for any education required for a position you want.”

“Last question, why me?”

“Because I admire your courage, you are pretty, and I am rich and do what I want.”  I grinned.

She stood there for a minute, thinking.  Then she slowly held out her hand.  I put three pills on it.  She stared at them for a second, then quickly downed them.  Like Penny, I didn’t want to force any thoughts on her, so I just said quickly, “Wake up” when she zoned.

As she stood there blinking rapidly, I said, “In a few hours you won’t need those shots to keep your energy levels up.  By midnight, you will feel great, and by tomorrow morning, you will be able to jump four times as high on that diving board.  Come see me, just ask for Tom at the front desk, tomorrow before five.  I am leaving then.”

She nodded.

I went and relaxed in a pool chair, Camille next to me in another chair.  Soon I was surrounded by cheerleaders in bikinis sunning themselves.  Only about one in five were my girls.  It was interesting, with TMJ we tanned almost instantly, but the tan faded within hours afterwards when we went inside.  I wished I could claim a few more, but I didn’t want to go overboard.

I laid back and relaxed, thinking.  Having an estate full of hotties was great, but unrealistic.  I decided to build my own subdivision and recruit both male and female marines with families.  We would build our own grade school, but I decided that high school would be mandatory off the estate to develop social skills for the outside world.

The big change would be that there would be civilians (I couldn’t think of another word for them) on the estate that were not directly attached to me.  Right now the only ones were Cassie’s coach, my parents, and in a way, my grandparents.  But we needed diversity.

It was getting late, so I interrupted my musings and headed inside, the party breaking up.  Several of the cheerleaders came with me, hanging on my arms.  Back up in my room we spent a few hours making love, until all three of them were passed out.  I carefully made sure none of them got any cum orally.  I needn’t of bothered.  I awoke to the three of them giving me a blowjob.  I came and they joined my ranks after a short litany.

After brunch in the hotel restaurant, I glanced outside and saw Sheila doing her dives.  She was jumping ten feet in the air off the board, and she already had a fuzzy head where her hair was coming in.  I went out to the pool.

She dolphin kicked and flew through the air out of the pool to stand next to me.  “What the hell is in those pills?  I am like Supergirl!”

“Can’t tell you, but you are a bit like Supergirl now.  You are several times stronger than normal, can heal from any wound that doesn’t kill you immediately, without a mark.  All positive side effects.” 

Camille was watching me again.  She handed me a bottle with ten pills in it.  “Sheila, here is a three week supply.  Take one every other day starting tomorrow.”  I handed the bottle and my card with my address and number on it to her.  “Go home, get checked, you are in complete remission.  Call me after you confirm that.  Remember, this is all on the down low.”

She excitedly peered at the bottle.  “I’ll try to keep it to myself, but my mother may be a bit hard to control.”

“Just ask her if she wants a daughter, maybe grandkids, or just a memory.  Her choice.”

“That will do it.  I will call you in a week or so.  Thank you.  For my life.”

“You are welcome.”  I gave her a handshake, then we headed out.  It took a good hour for the girls to get ready, then we hopped back in the SUVs for a trip back to the airport.

Chapter 33

At the airport, we got on the plane, I noticed one of the pilots testing the fuel with a test tube.  They were very thorough.  It turned out that two of the cheerleaders that had spent the previous night with me were locals, so they had already packed and were on the plane with us.  The third plus the triplets had to go home first, pack, then they would join us later.

We took off for home, landing an hour later on the estate.  After unpacking I went to find Trisha.  She was in her command center.  It was built similarly to the main guard post at the main gate, but was further underground with a main room that looked at lot like the war room from War Games.  I always half expected the words “Shall we play a game?” to appear on the massive wall monitors when I walked in.

I sat down with her and discussed my thoughts on allowing families.  She agreed that in the long run it was a good idea.  She was a bit worried about security though, she said that she wanted to restrict anyone living on the grounds to be working on the grounds.  I think that she was still upset that we had to rescue Jenny at the hospital.  I made my point about having high school be outside the grounds.  She saw my point, but was reluctant.  She agreed though.

We broke ground on a small subdivision of houses and apartment buildings.  Several of the guards asked if they could move their parents and into the apartments when they were complete.  I thought that was a wonderful idea.  We built one of the apartment buildings close to the hospital and made it a senior center.  There were tunnels going to all the apartment buildings, which went further down than up.

School, of course, started in September.  It was my sophomore year.  Classes were boring like usual, but there were a couple of new hottie freshmen that I noticed.  Sheila had moved onto the estate, and it was her senior year.  She didn’t comment at all about the unusual dress (or lack of it) or any of the other unusual things at the estate.  Her hair was almost all grown back by the start of school, a beautiful auburn.  Her first day at the estate she had stripped down and joined us in the pool.  I think she was in “don’t rock the boat” mode.

In October, Jenny came to me with a new application.  It was essentially a TMJ patch.  Apparently she had been skipping her bi-daily pill and wearing one for a month and it worked.  They were much more expensive to produce, but much safer, it wasn’t critical to keep TMJ around.  Also much safer with kids around.  We immediately cryogenically froze 99% of the TMJ supply and started everyone on patches.  We also sent a large supply to Horace and Even, with my complements.  A user still had to take the initial large dose, but from then on the monthly patch would supply the maintenance chemical.  Jenny still needed my supply since she was having trouble manufacturing the maintenance chemical artificially in the lab.

So far there were only two people in the world who didn’t need the maintenance chemical once they were on TMJ, me and my grandpa.  Even my parents were on it, I think my mom snuck it into my dad’s food when he wasn’t looking.  She had been feeling out of place among an estate full of teenagers, or people who looked like teenagers.

My grandpa and I were almost twins at this point.  He looked like my slightly older brother.  He and my grandmas were having the time of their lives.  Grandma Alice and Grandma Susan were helping out, taking classes from the marines.  Grandma Rhonda and Grandma May were both excitedly opening stores in the mall.  Grandma Rhonda had a Bakery store and Grandma May a dress shop which did surprising good business for a semi-nudist colony.  Grandpa helped out in Trisha’s command center.  He loved the place.  In his off hours he loved four wheeling around the estate.

Another change, there were no rules on what people wore, and it was now clothes during the day and work, and typically nude during the family hours in the evening.  Of course the marine guards on duty looked like Rambo.  Since they had the choice of their own weapons, they were all slightly different, lots of P90s, but there were old M16s and even an AK47 in the mix.

In December we had a surprise.  We got a call from the Secret Service.  The president had a gig nearby in week and we were the most secure airport in the area, and they knew that the place was run by 95% marines.  I said sure.

Two hours later three Secret Service agents were there to vet the place.  They wanted to know about everyone who was on the estate and wanted plans.  Trisha had prepared edited versions of all of our biographies and edited versions of the estate plans.  She removed all reference to TMJ from the biographies, and all reference to several of the bunkers and most of her hardware.

The agents had copies of all the guards’ military records, plus a big file on me.  Trisha gave them the flash drive and they got to work.  An hour later the head agent wanted to talk to me.

“What the hell is going on here?”  Not quite what I was expecting him to say.

“I don’t know what you are talking about.”

“Most of these marines were terminally ill, and now their records show nothing wrong with them.  I took one marine, First Sergeant Emily Thomas, the one over by the door, and she supposedly had a crushed spine and terminal cancer.  Now she is standing there without a single injury in perfect health.  How is that possible?  Have you tampered with the official records?”

“No, we just offered a healthy environment.  Why do you think all these marines work here? Most of them have worked hard to recover from the horrible state that the marine corps left them in.  We have our own high tech hospital and we take care of our own.”

“You sound a little bitter toward the marine corps.”

“No, they just don’t have the latest medical technology.  We don’t blame them for anything.”

“Hmmm, I see.”  He turned and went to talk to his associates.  A minute later he was back.  “We would like to see this hospital.”

“Sure.  Right now it is idle since all personnel are healthy, but you can look at the place if you want.”  I turned to Emily who was still standing in the doorway, keeping an eye on the agents.  “I will be taking these agents on a tour of the property.  Is there a cart upstairs?”  We were in the main guard bunker.

She nodded, “Yes, sir.  Will you want an escort?”  She glared at the agents in suspicion.

While nodding my head slightly, I said, “That won’t be necessary.”  I hoped she would get the message to have us followed covertly.  She nodded imperceptibly back.  Good, she got the message.

I led them upstairs where we all climbed into a cart.  I pointed up the main drive.  “That’s the main residence.  Not much there but a house.”  I took off along the fence road.  As we passed my parent’s place, I said, “My parent’s house, not anything else here.”  We zoomed on.  At the corner, “Guard watch tower.”  They took a closer look at that one.  We passed two more towers and I turned in.  We went past the airport where they got out and swarmed all over the place, checking out the tower and um-hmming at the helicopters and fighter jet.

I noticed several troops in the tree line, and when the agents weren’t looking I gave them the thumbs up.  I took the agents underground where we got on another cart and took off down the tunnel.  We stopped at the mall where we all chowed down on Grandma Rhonda’s cinnamon rolls, then I took them to the command center (where Trisha had locked out viewing anything that wasn’t officially there).  They went nuts looking over the place.  One of them commented, “Now I know what I want for Christmas.”

The empty hospital was anti-climatic after that.  They were amazed at the fifteen levels and all the labs and departments, but it was a little depressing that only the first floor ER was in operation.

We went back to the airport, then took the cart back to the main guardhouse.  They worked there for another six hours, I sent in dinner to them.  At about ten that night, they had their conclusions.  “There is only one security risk that we can find.  Frank Zane has a record of civil disobedience.”

I had to think hard for a minute before I recalled that Frank Zane was Cassie’s new coach.  “He is my sister’s coach.  His house and he, when he leaves it, are under constant surveillance.  We make sure he stays where he is supposed to be.”

“Okay.  Then he isn’t a problem.  We have randomly interviewed many of your security personnel, and as they all have perfect military records and are all retired marines, our personal opinion is that this place is as safe as a military base, and we will report it as such.  Our only recommendation is that you get some dogs.”

“Not a bad idea.”  I turned to Trisha, “Why don’t we have any dogs?”

“Several of the girls said they were allergic, but we will get some immediately.”

“When the president arrives, we will need to have agents in your command center, in the tower, at both gates, and several covering the grounds.”

“Not a problem as long as one of my marines are with each of them.”

“The next question is what sort of compensation do you require?”

“Agent, this is a place full of marines, and I am a proud American.  None is necessary.  Please don’t mention that again to any of my marines, or they will be insulted.”

“Okay, Okay, enough said.  We will coordinate the details as we get a better ETA.”

“Trisha here will be glad to help you with that.”

Trisha and the agents devolved into technical talk.  I just left.

Everything went off without a hitch.  Air Force One landed, the president got in his limo which drove around to the main gate and out. 

That evening was when the shit hit the fan.  The president’s limo returned and went back to the plane.  Before he could get on board, we detected a small plane approaching.  The secret service immediately diverted the limo to one of our underground bunkers.  The plane refused to divert or even reply to our hails.  The Harrier and both cobra choppers were in the air while the plane was still two miles away.  They went to meet the small plane.  He still refused to divert.  One mile out we asked the Secret Service and they gave permission to fire.  One shot from the Harrier and the plane was a fireball.  A much larger than it should be fireball.  Apparently there were quite a few explosives on the plane.

The Secret Service didn’t want to put the president on Air Force One until they could get some of their jets to fly patrol.  It would take a day or so.  Trisha had the Secret Service put the president in my personal bunker on the 14^th and 15^th sub-floors of the hospital.

I got the word that he wanted to see me.  I headed over to the hospital where my marines and the Secret Service had the place locked down.  It took a while to get through security.  “POTUS” was relaxing in a deck chair by the pool.  The hidden lights simulated an early evening, matching the actual time outside.

“Hello, Mr. President.”

He got up and shook my hand.  “Hello, Mr. Johnson.  Quite a setup you have here.”

“What can I say, my security is the best.  Although I am sure you have several bunkers like this stashed around.”

“They aren’t this nice.  Anyway, I would like to thank you for loaning me this place.”

“Any word on where that plane was from?”

“Not yet.  Fortunately no one was injured by the wreckage, it landed on some farmer’s barn.  Scared a few chickens.”

“Well let me know, my security actually had to shoot it down, I am sure they are desperate to know why.  In the meantime, since this was short notice and I am sure the Secret Service is too busy to think of it, what do you want for dinner?”

“They were probably planning on getting something off the plane.  But otherwise I really could go for tex-mex.  That seems to be the only thing the White House cook can’t or won’t do.”  He grinned.

I grinned back, “One plate of enchiladas with a side of tacos coming up.  Mr. President.  In the mean time, there is a man cave over there with a big TV and a fridge stocked with soda pop and bags of chips.” I pointed to a room on the far side of the pool.  “If you need more, there is a command center that is easily accessible near here.”  He headed over to the man cave while I went over to the nearest of my guards.  “Patty, did you hear all that?”

“Yes, sir.  The girls are already at it.  Also Grandma Rhonda is cooking up a batch of her cinnamon rolls.”  She grinned.  “Should be ready in about 45 minutes.”

“Good.  Make sure he gets it.  I am heading to the command center to pester them next.  Give a shout if he wants to talk to me again.”

“Yes, sir.”

About two hours later, the president walked into the command center.  He took one look and said, “Where’s Joshua?”  The Secret Service guy next to him blinked.  I laughed and said, “I think the same thing every time I come in here.”

I got serious and said, “We have managed to keep a lock on information.  Several people reported the harrier and cobras flying over their houses, but no one actually witnessed the plane being shot down.”

“The harrier is still airborne at a higher altitude keeping watch until military fighters arrive, which will be in about ten minutes.  The cobras are on standby, and the anti-aircraft guns are out and ready.  Nobody is getting near this place.”

“Your men report that the small plane apparently was carrying a fertilizer bomb.  If it had hit Air Force One, it would have easily wiped it out.  You are fortunate that the Secret Service chose my airport over the regular one.  They still have no idea who was flying the plane.  There is one item that is interesting, the main airport’s radar was down for ‘maintenance’ when all this happened.”

He nodded, “That IS interesting.”

I pointed to the right side of the big screen.  There was a tactical view there.  Two bogies were coming in on the lower edge.  “I am willing to bet those are the military jets.  I hope they are smart enough to confirm who they are.”

Just as I said that, the controllers voice sounded, “Unidentified aircraft, you are entering restricted airspace.  Please state your business.”

“This is Air Force angel flight, out of McDulles.”

“Transponder confirmed angel flight.”  The speakers went silent.

I commented, “Yup, they are yours.”

I turned to the controller chief, “Erin, get our pilot down.  Even one of our pilots needs a rest after that.”

“Yes, sir.  I agree.”  She turned and started issuing orders.

The president looked at me strangely.  “’Even one of our pilots’?  What does that mean?”

Oops.  “That is top secret corporate information, Mr. President.  I could tell you on one condition, you never write it down and you do not tell anyone else.”

“That is quite something to ask of me, young man.”

“I am thinking about the safety of well over a hundred people, Mr. President.  Don’t worry, it has nothing to do with national security.”  I thought for a second, “Maybe a little if it got out.”

“You are getting me worried Mr. Johnson.  Tell me what you are talking about right now.”

“As you wish Mr. President.  If you will ask your agents to wait by the door please.”

He gestured to them, “If Mr. Johnson wanted to kill me, he could have easily 20 times in the last three hours.”  They reluctantly went over by the door.

When they were out of earshot I said, “The big secret as to why this place is full of marines is that I developed a drug called TMJ that cures anything.  It builds a secondary immune system that quadruples a person’s reflexes, endurance, and strength.  It also will regrow damaged organs and other such things in hours.  It cures cancer.  All the marines here are vets that were terminal or paralyzed.  That is why they are so loyal.  They owe everything to me.  Any one of my marines could easily take out your entire detail without even sweating.  That pilot has the endurance to easily stay up there a week if she had the fuel.  I am worried about the emotional issues after she shot someone down though.”

“That is some claim, Mr. Johnson.  I find it hard to believe.”

I looked at Erin.  “Erin, touch the ceiling, please.”  The ceiling was a good 25 to 30 feet up.  She bent her knees and made a straight jump up and tagged the ceiling tile, making it look effortless.

The president blinked, “Okay, I believe you Mr. Johnson.  I see what you mean.  If word got out, it would create trouble.  Is that why haven’t you released it yet on the market?”

“No, it is because it is extremely hard to manufacture, and it also needs a maintenance chemical.  All my marines have a patch that keeps them alive.  They are superwomen, but will die in three days without the patch.  We have sold it to some terminally ill people, but the price is still way too high for public release.”

“Mr. Johnson, I would ask that you not release this to the public without talking to me first.  There are repercussions far beyond what you realize.  This TMJ could collapse the entire pharmaceutical industry, and the military and political implications are astronomical.  If you hadn’t just saved my life, I would send in troops and shut this place down.  Do you understand what I am saying, Mr. Johnson?”

“Yes, Mr. President.  There are only two people outside of this compound that know about TMJ, now you are a third.  I will protect its exposure.  The only plan we have is to take in a few more disabled vets with their families and have them live here, and maybe some kids from Make a Wish.”

“I can live with that, in fact, what if I send a few to you?”

“That would be fine, Mr. President.”

A few hours later, Air Force One took off with full military escort.

Two days later, it was landing again.  I had had a phone call from the Secret Service.  Apparently there was another assassination attempt.  The entire first family was in very bad shape.  Bethesda rated their survival probability at less than 15%.  The Secret Service agents who vetted the estate remembered the “Advanced Medical Facilities” and called.  I had told him that there was a 95% chance of a full recovery.  So while the news said that the president was at Camp David, he and his family were being flown to the estate.

The President – William Pendelson, First Lady - Mary, and First Kid – Nancy were mostly bandages.  There were also two Secret Service agents that survived the blast.  Eight had died.  Jenny took one look and ordered a TMJ dose immediately for all of them.  She put in a glucose drip with protein to accelerate the healing, there was a lot of tissue for their bodies to repair. 

There was a doctor who came with them who wanted to know what it was that Jenny was giving them.  She said, “Sorry, I can’t tell you.”

“Why not?”

“Presidential order.”

He blinked.  “How... But I am the President’s physician!  I need to know.”

“Ask the President when he wakes up.  Shouldn’t be long.” 

In fact at that point the President moaned and said, “What the hell happened?”

Jenny went over to him and said, “A truck bomb went off right behind the stage at a rally where you were giving a speech.”

“Where am I?”

“Tom Johnson’s estate.”

“Let me guess – TMJ?”

“We had no choice.  You and your family were nearly dead.”

“My family!” He sat up.

Jenny gently pushed him back down.  “They are alive, so are the two agents that were brought here.  I am afraid that eight of them were killed in the blast.  Five civilians died and thirty are in the hospital.”

The president’s physician elbowed his way forward.  “Mr. President.  This doctor refuses to tell me what she did to you.  I need to know.”

The President looked at him and said, “Sorry, Bob, but she was right in not telling you.  This is so far above Top Secret that even you being here is dangerous.  Since you are in the military, as your commander in chief I order you to not ask any questions and never reveal what you see here.  In fact, leave.”

His eyes got big.  “Yes, sir!”  He didn’t look happy, but he backed down.  He left and was escorted back to the plane.

Jenny said, “Sir, you will be mostly healed by this evening.  So will your family.  There was some internal organ damage, specifically to your liver, your wife’s pancreas, and Nancy has extensive external injuries.  Those will all take another few days to completely heal.  I ask that you remain here on the estate under my care until then.”

“What’s my cover story?”

“That you are taking a rest at Camp David, recovering from the blast.”

“Harrumph, nobody will buy that one for long.  Too many spies.  I need to do a speech on National Television.  Is my plane near here?”

“Yes, Mr. President.  You are in the hospital above the bunker you stayed in before.  If you wait another three or four hours, your family can join you for the speech and everyone will not know how bad it was.”

“Good idea.  Thank you doctor.  Now I have some questions.”

“Whatever I can answer, Mr. President.”

“My family and I, are we going to be supermen too?”

“If you mean all the enhancements that TMJ gives you, yes.”

“What about Nancy?  She is only 13.  How will it affect her?”

“No issues there.  There are many children using TMJ.  She will grow up and just stop aging at 18 like the rest of us.”

“Stop aging?  Tom didn’t mention that.”

“With TMJ, your body repairs itself to its optimum state, which for most of us is around 18 years old.  I hope that you have good make-up people, because in about six months you will look and feel like a teenager, Mr. President.”

“That may be a problem.  But we can deal with it later.  Are you saying that immortality is a side effect?”

“Yes, sir.  You will be physically 18 centuries from now unless you forget your arm patch, get shot in the head, or are decapitated.  You should meet Tom’s grandparents, they look like they are teenagers.  His grandfather looks almost like his twin.”

“If I had known this I definitely would have shut him down.  I can’t do that now, of course.  That only makes it more important that this place is kept secret.”

“Of course, Mr. President.  Now, do you want to use the bunker, or one of the two unused mansions on the property?”

“I liked the bunker, but Mary and Nancy would like to be under the open sky.”

“I’ll tell Tom and the Secret Service.”

I finished reviewing the security recording from the hospital and told Trisha to prepare one of the empty mansions.  I jogged over to the hospital to talk to Jenny.

She was in her office, staring at the wall.  I came in, she glanced at me, then back at the wall.  “You know, Tom.  I feel so obsolete.  Everything I know is useless.  One shot of TMJ and everything is all better.”  She really sounded depressed.

“Jenny, that is bullshit and you know it.  I am amazed at all you have done and am very proud of you.”  She gave me a weak smile.  “Because of your work, we have moved from helping a few cheerleaders to helping hundreds of veterans.  Hell, the President of the United States owes you his life.  You are still an amazing ER doctor.  TMJ doesn’t work instantly you know.  Trauma is still trauma.”

She looked more solid now.  I took her hand, pulled her to me and kissed her hard.  A minute later she was naked and I was buried deep in her.  We got locked into a TMJ endurance cycle like I had had with Susie, both of us cumming every few minutes as we made love, instantly recovering, and then continuing.  We spent a wonderful two hours making love on her desk.

Fortunately there was a full bathroom with a shower off of her office since we had to clean up after all that.  Actually she had a whole apartment behind her office.  Trisha was very thorough.  I would have to remember that for next time, a bed is much more comfortable than a desk.

I asked, “Feeling better now?”

She smiled, “Much.  Thank you.  I have to do my rounds now.”

“I’ll join you.”

She went to see Mary and Nancy first.  Nancy was whining about being stuck in bed and her mother was trying to calm her down.  Typical.

Jenny and I walked in.  The First Lady said, “Nurse, I would like to speak to a doctor please.”

Jenny replied, “Ma’am, I am your doctor.”

“Aren’t you a bit young?”

“No.  I need to explain a few things with you.  Has anyone told you what happened?”

“No.  Last thing I remember was heading to a party rally.”

“A bomb went off behind the stage.”

She had a quick intake of breath.  “Is everyone all right?  How is William?”

“William is fine.  But no, not everyone is all right.  You, Nancy, and your husband almost died.  Your husband will explain it further.  He is in the next room.  You may go see him.”

She looked really scared, but she hopped out of bed, Nancy following as they went into the next room.  The President was standing by the window which looked out over the pool.  He saw his family and they ran to him.  They all shared a big hug.  Jenny and I watched from the door.

“Will, what the hell is going on?” asked Mary.  Nancy just continued to hug her dad.

“This is a privately owned top secret facility.  Apparently we were injured so badly that the Secret Service took a gamble and brought us here.”

“What injuries?  I feel great, you and Mary look fine.”

He looked over at Jenny.  “Doc, could you please tell her our condition upon arrival?”

Jenny said, “You all had over half the bones in your body broken.  Mr. President, your liver was shredded and all your other organs were damaged.  The First Lady was just as bad, her pancreas and intestines were essentially gone.  Neither of you would have survived another few hours.  Nancy would have survived, except that there wasn’t much left of her face.  Besides being disfigured, she would have been blind for life and her right shoulder was so bad it couldn’t have been reconstructed.”

Both the First Lady and Nancy were gaping at the doctor.  Mary exclaimed, “How did you heal injuries like that?”

Jenny looked at William.  “Mr. President?”

“Tell them, Doctor.”

“We have developed an experimental drug that can cure or fix anything.  The secret service gambled and brought you here since you were going to die.”

Her eyes widened, “Why isn’t this drug on the market?  Or is this one of those secret government labs?”

I answered that one.  “No, this is my private property.  And production is limited, hence the cost prohibitive, and there is one negative side effect.  Also we are under presidential orders not to reveal it.”

She looked at her husband, “Why not, Will?”

“Because of the side effects.”

“And those are?”

“Negative, we will have to wear a monthly patch for the rest of our lives.”

“That isn’t so bad.”

“Positive, the rest of our lives will be centuries.”

Her mouth opened and closed like a fish.  “Centuries?”

“Also, we are now the perfect soldier.  Unlimited endurance, strength, and speed.”

Nancy said, “Really?”  She picked up the pile of newspapers and ripped the pile in half.  “Cool.”

He went on, “Can you imagine what would happen if this was known, but with the limited availability?”

She nodded.

“When I was here a few days ago, remember the plane that tried to take out Air Force One?  I realized the problems and ordered them to keep it under wraps.”

“I understand, Will.  There would be riots.  The nuts in the Middle East would have a field day.  Every senator would try to make sure he had his dose.”

Nancy was jumping back and forth across the bed.  “This is so cool!”

Her dad said, “Nancy, stop it.”  He looked at his wife.  “We need to do a speech and tell everyone we are still alive.  You feel up to it?”

“Are you kidding?  I feel like I am a kid again!”

“That is another side effect, in a few months we will look like we are 18 again.”

“Really?  That is going to cause problems.”

“Yes, you and I are going to get a lot of training on makeup to make us look older.”  He looked over at me.  “Tom, thanks again for our lives.”

Mary said, “Yes, thank you.  Especially for Nancy.”

The President said, “Shoot.  I’ll bet there are no clothes for you or Nancy on the airplane.”

I said, “There is a secure mall with a women’s clothing store not far from here.”

“Perfect.”  He went to the door and called over the Secret Service Agent there.  “Frank, have someone get me a suit from the plane, and get an escort for my wife and daughter to visit the dress store.”

“Yes, sir.” 

A detail was there within minutes to escort Mary and Nancy.  Nancy wanted to run.  The Secret Service agents couldn’t keep up to the laughing teenager.  My marines easily matched her 30 MPH jog.  The agents were going nuts.  I said, “Don’t fret, this entire estate is secure.”  They didn’t take my reassurances.  I enjoyed watching the cute ass of the teen sticking out of the back of the hospital gown as she ran.  Mary laughed at their attempts to keep up.  She told them to stand down, the marines could watch Nancy for a bit.  They reluctantly stopped and let Nancy run on, followed by a marine. 

I asked the marine next to me, “Betty, did Grandma May get word to open her store?”

“Yes, sir.”

We emerged from the tunnel into the mall.  All the lights were on.  Mary looked around and commented, “Wow.”  The place was closed except for the dress shop.  Nancy was excitedly digging into the teen fashions.  Mary went to look for something for herself.  They took a while, Mary vetoing a lot of the outfits Nancy found.  They took them up to the register.  I said, “Have you met my Grandma May yet?” 

Mary took one look at the spry teenage desk clerk behind the counter and said, “Wow.  How old are you?”

May chuckled, “Now, it isn’t polite to ask, but my 86^th birthday was two weeks ago.”

Mary gulped.  “That is amazing.”

May gestured at the pile of clothes. “It is all on the house.  I heard you have a broadcast speech to get to.  Go ahead and use the changing rooms.”  She pointed to a couple of changing rooms.  They probably had never been used since normally the girls change their dresses right in the middle of the store.  A few minutes later and they were back.  The paper hospital gowns went into the trash.

We went down the airport tunnel, coming out not far from Air Force One.  Nancy took off running toward the plane, laughing again.  Mary said, “I am going to join her,” and took off with her daughter, laughing with her.  One marine ran with her, but we were in the middle of the estate, there wasn’t any danger.  The rest of us jogged at a normal speed and caught up at the bottom of the stairs.

“The President is already on board and is expecting you,” the agent at the bottom of the stairs said.  Two of my marines came with me as I followed the First Lady and Kid up the stairs.  I noticed that they were unarmed, I guess the rumor about no weapons on Air Force One was correct.

There was a podium with backdrop setup in one room on the plane.  The President waited for the hand signal of the cameraman, then walked out and greeted the First Lady and First Kid, then went to the podium.  He told everyone that he and his family were fine, that there would be a memorial for the agents and people killed in the explosion, then told everyone that no stone would be unturned discovering the “Terrorist Assassin” who planted the bomb.

After the speech, they all relaxed.  Of the two agents who also were recovering, the President told the agent in charge that one would be permanently assigned to Eagle and one to Prince (which Nancy was called even though she was a girl) since they were the only ones physically able to keep up.

They spent the next two days relaxing, so to speak.  Nancy spent most of it running.  She loved to run.  Only the one agent assigned to her could keep up.  The President had a long talk with her so she knew that she couldn’t run 30-40 MPH once she left the estate.  She said that she understood it was a secret, but it was just so much FUN!  She wanted to run while she still could keep it on the down low.

She really had fun running with the other kids her age.  Susie, Eve and Brooke could easily keep up with her as well and they ran around for a while.  I am sure that in those two days she learned about corners of the estate that Trisha and I would never know.

They left with a ten year supply of patches, although at least Nancy would be back.  She loved it on the estate.

Chapter 34

I had avoided doing any programming to Sheila.  She still wanted in on the fun and spent several nights with me.  Penny loved spending nights with me too.  Somehow Sheila, Penny and Susie worked out some kind of schedule.  Occasionally Amanda, Mandy, Melissa and Clarissa would be there too.

By the end of January, the interiors were complete on the houses and apartments.  The outsides had been built first before the snowfall.  Moving slowly, we took in several of the marine’s parents and siblings.  Mostly ones that were in financial straights.  One pair I had to refuse because of the obvious alcoholism.  I told Tracy that she could draw on her salary and get them a place in town where she could visit, but until they cleaned up their act they were not welcome on the estate.

I had a long conversation with Sheila about Make a Wish.  The problem was that although we could cure the kids, by presidential order we could not unless they lived on the estate.  That meant bringing in entire families.  While the families of my marines would behave for their daughter’s/sister’s sake, there were no such controls on these families.  We couldn’t take any religious fanatics, they wouldn’t understand the social structure of the estate.  We also needed parents who were willing to work within the estate community.  No drunks or drug-addicts.  We were NOT going to give families TMJ without good reason.  It was essentially going to be a high security gated community.

Since Sheila was a former Make a Wish recipient, although she was in complete ‘remission’, I assigned her to find families that met our requirements.  She went to it with a vengeance.  She came up with four candidates right away.

Xi Li, a bright ten year old boy with terminal cancer.  His parents ran a Chinese restaurant.  Perfect for the mall food court.

Tanisha, a pretty thirteen year old girl with leukemia.  Her mother was an accountant, and her father was a maintenance man with a boiler’s license.  Perfect.

Sunshine, a six year old girl that had a terminal heart defect.  Her parents were greenhouse farmers.  I wasn’t sure what they grew, but I would make sure it was legal.

Andrew, a fifteen year old boy with a large inoperable brain tumor.  His mother ran a catering service and his dad was a stockbroker.  I supposed he might be a good guy to handle my portfolio.  Of course I stashed one billion in gold in one of the secret bunkers that he wouldn’t find out about.

They all eagerly leapt at the offer of free rent and medical.  None of them complained about the para-military gated community.  Xi Li’s parents were sad to sell their restaurant, but were happy to open a new one in the mall, especially with free rent there too.  Tanisha’s mother happily took over the books for the hospital.  Her dad worked with the marines to keep all the ventilation running for our underground town.

I built a large greenhouse farm for Sunshine’s parents.  Nothing illegal, they were really into organic foods.  After a while they were supplying a lot of the produce for the restaurants. 

Andrew’s mother happily took over the hospital kitchens.  His father and I founded the Johnson community bank.  It didn’t do too many loans since rents were free, but it was the clearing house for all salaries and the new arrival’s accounts.

For now, all schooling was still off the estate.  A bus picked up the kids and transported them to the main gate where us kids from the main house joined them.  A couple of special institutional vans took us the rest of the way.  There were a pair of guards that watched out at the elementary school, two more for the middle school, two for the high school.  That didn’t include the individual ones that Cassie and I had (still Val and Wendy, respectively). 

Jenny was running the estate hospital full time now.  The four sick kids were cured within a week.  I had made a rule that a person must be a resident for a year to get TMJ, unless it was an emergency.  Jenny actually got to use her ER.  She kept Maternity, the ER, Pediatrics, and one floor of the General hospital running.

A lot more stores were open in the mall, some guards had ‘retired’.  One opened a toy store.  Another opened a men’s clothing store to complement Grandma May’s woman’s clothing store.  There was a jewelry store, a taco joint, a burger joint, a shoe store, a book store, a convenience store, a drug store, and a pub/pizza joint.  One guard even ran a hot dog cart in her off hours.

Trisha reminded me that I was going to help other vets as well, so we took in several military families from the Army, Navy, and Air Force.  After being cured, they went about 50 percent joining security, 25 percent hospital personnel and another 25 percent opening a business.  Of course their spouses all went to work for someone or opened a business as well.

We were running out of houses to give out by the end of the school year.  Only three left.  There were about fifteen apartments.  For now, we stopped adding people.

The city was happy, even though we had a different telephone prefix, we were still within city limits so they got all the taxes.  They were a little upset with the zero rent policy, since they couldn’t tax people if they weren’t paying rent.  In fact, I had to pay a good chunk of cash as their landlord.  So it would go too fast, I had Johnson community bank back some large loans at the regular commercial bank in town.  The interest was almost enough to pay the utilities.  Most of my employees also didn’t take any money out of the bank, just left it accumulating and used their check cards in my mall.  That virtual money never left my coffers so the thirty million in outstanding salaries just sat there.  The bank had close to a billion still sitting in accounts around the country drawing interest.  They only kept about $100 million on hand for emergencies.

We were up to about fifty elementary and middle school kids.  Around twenty high school ones.  Trisha was sending four guards to each school by the start of summer break.  There were several schoolteachers in the new tenants, so Trisha recruited them and they helped design a K-8 elementary school which immediately broke ground, literally.  The place was entirely underground, like the mall.  The only way anyone would be able to tell anything was there would be the service entrance on the surface.  Trisha was taking no chances with the kids.

The high school was happy to provide a ‘campus security’ office for a donation of $10 million to the school’s coffers.  There were two people in the office and four out on patrol at all times, still not counting Cassie’s and my personal guards.  Cassie was graduating so she wouldn’t need a guard in school next year, although several would be following her to her national gymnastics team events.

During summer break, Nancy decided to stay with her friends Susie and Eve.  They had been burning up the ether on Facebook and texting ever since they met.  She flew in on a small jet with her Secret Service Agent.  He was going to take the summer training with my marines, learning to use his new abilities.  It was unusual, but he had orders from the President to let Nancy run wild, as long as she stayed on the estate.

What did the three of them do?  They took a dozen acres of meadow by the back fence and built a stable and kennel.  Then they filled them with horses and dogs.  That was quite the summer project; they must have had Trisha’s quiet approval.  Trisha was back running things after her kid was born a few months ago.  Eve was delighted that she had a little sister, all the babies born were her sisters, but this one was special.

Many of the military personnel had worked with dogs and horses before, so they were trained in no time.  I don’t know how the dogs knew, but anyone from the estate they rubbed against to get their ears scratched, and anyone from outside got a loud growl.  Maybe they could smell the TMJ.  It was interesting that TMJ also cured the allergies of anyone who was allergic to dogs and horses before.  Many of the guards loved horses and spent hours in the stables.  One marine broke down crying, she loved horses but had been violently allergic since she was a little girl.  Some of them rode their patrols, strange since they could easily outrun the horse they were on.  But they were girls, and girls love horses.

One morning in mid June, I came in from my morning piss to find a girl waiting to be fucked in my bed with her legs spread.  That wasn’t unusual, there was a morning rotation.  What was unusual was that it was Nancy.  She was nude, lying back holding her knees to her shoulders.  She was cute, but I deliberately hadn’t been thinking of her that way.

She saw me hesitate and said, “Please, Master Tom?”  She had obviously been hanging out with Susie and Eve a lot.

I sighed.  But I really couldn’t refuse a pretty girl.  I positioned myself, rubbing up and down her dripping snatch, then slowly slid in, popping her cherry and bottoming out my entire 10 inches.

She moaned and cried out, “Oh!  I love you so much, Master!”

I was surprised when I felt a tongue licking my balls and cock as it slid in and out of Nancy.  Looking back I saw that Eve had joined us.  It wasn’t long before I filled Nancy’s tight snatch.

Eve immediately started feeding Nancy fingerfuls of cream pie.  She was saying things about me like “Isn’t he a wonderful master.  Don’t you want to be his forever?  Isn’t getting fucked and having a belly full of cum from him the best you have ever felt?  He is so wonderful, we love him so much!”

Dammit.  She was programming Nancy as a sister.  I don’t know if she was doing it intentionally or not.  Oh well.  Too late now.

Another surprise was two days later.  The triplets from last summer showed up, each with a pair of twin girls.  Apparently I had got all three of them pregnant, and then they had to wait until they finished their senior year after giving birth in May.  Their mother had insisted that they finish, it was two weeks more, then kicked them out.  Strange lady.  The three of them actually started crying in relief when the babies were instantly plucked from their hands and sent down to day care.  I think the only reason they were still sane was the TMJ keeping their neural chemicals in balance.  I took them and comforted them, leaving all three passed out with a nice bellyful of cum and a smile.

Chapter 35

The volunteer SWAT team got their first gig that July.  Some fool tried to rob the bank in town.  Detective Danvers called and Trisha was there with the troops in minutes, I went along to watch.  The bank robbers took one look and gave up.  It looked like the whole army surrounded the place.  I am willing to bet we scared them shitless.  The bank robbers weren’t expecting a whole SWAT team so far from the big city, just the average small city police force.

An irate dad called in August.  Interesting that he was the first.  I had always encouraged the ladies who moved in to send letters at the very least, hopefully visiting for a holiday or two with their family.  It was the father of the triplets, Alice, Alisha, and Alinda.  Apparently he had been trying to contact them for months, but their mother first blocked his calls, and then wouldn’t tell him where his girls went.  The first he had heard was when I told them to write letters to their parents.  He hadn’t even known that all three of them had given him grandkids.

Anyway, he was afraid that they had been homeless then scooped up by a cult.  He was ready to storm the bastions for his girls.  I could relate to that.  They set up a Skype connection and talked for hours.  When he asked if he could come see his kids and grandkids, he got the usual, “It is a gated community” byline.  I stuck my head in and told them that they could arrange for all nine, or just the three of them to go visit at any time.  The offer calmed him down a lot.  They arranged to go visit in September.

Both Jenny and Trisha were pregnant again.  A good third of the guards were too.  All of the girls who wanted to be breeders were pregnant, except Sandra who was still too young.  She was sent to visit her grandparents for a few weeks.

I instituted a new policy for all my employees, four weeks paid vacation a year.  If there was outside family, they were requested to take at least a week of it with their outside family. 

As a consequence, we started getting a few more of the apartments filled with grandparents, parents, and siblings.  Since Trisha had built two more complexes over the summer, we had a good 200 more apartments to fill.  These were nice apartments, two story, full kitchen, dining room, living room, downstairs had two or three bedrooms.  The underground ones had a virtual outside with a pool, similar to my bunker.  She also built a library, grocery store, and golf cart dealership off of the mall.  On the surface she added a full 18 hole golf course.

We needed more money.  The accountants estimated that we would run dry of funds in about ten years.  We weren’t producing any products, and we didn’t want to dip into the reserve.  We were under presidential order not to release TMJ.  I called a meeting with all my girls except for the few guards who drew the short straw.

“Ladies, we need to make money.  Any ideas?”

They all knew that TMJ was out of the equation.  I got dead silence.  I asked again, “What do we have?”

One guard chimed in, “Security.”

Cassie said, “Good training facilities.”

Another guard said, “Perfect Retirement Community.”

I commented, “Security we have, and that may be a viable item.  We have two mansions with several guest houses apiece.  We could rent them out like a hotel with guaranteed security.  Let’s put a small fence around them, say 10 acres each, to isolate them.”

Trisha said, “Cassie’s idea isn’t too bad.  But I think that even if we rent workout space to rich kids, we’ll end up taking a lot of charity cases.”

I smiled, “That isn’t a problem, I think Cassie is a bit lonely anyway.  Trisha, why don’t you build a dormitory attached to the gym complex, for borders.  Also supe up the gym a little.  In a way, I hope her coach gets pissed off and leaves.  I don’t like him.”

She nodded.

I went on, “While it IS the perfect retirement community.  I prefer to leave it as OUR perfect retirement community.  For now let’s only invite our families, unless it is a special case.”  I got a lot of nods at that one.

“Okay, we will get the changes made, then do the first two ideas ASAP.”

Cassie stayed behind.  She came over to me.  “Tom, I really have thought about this.  I want to quit the national team and retire from gymnastics.”

“Are you sure?  This is an Olympic year.” 

“Yes.  For the same reasons you didn’t go to the national cheerleading camp as contestants.  I feel guilty.  I have my medals.  I would like to just coach.”

“Really?  If that is what you want, that would be great.  ‘The Cassie Johnson Gymnastics Academy’.  We can get rid of that nasty asshole you have as a coach now.”

“Oh, Tom, that would be wonderful!  Can I have the pleasure of telling him to get lost?”

“Sure.  Then since you have to manage all the other athletes, you get to move into his apartment.”

“Yes, sir.”  She wasn’t as happy about that.

There were dormitories built over the next month, Cassie also had a series of townhouses built down the road from the dormitories.  When the fences went in for the mini secure estates, she also had one built around the gym area.  It wasn’t a super fence like the twenty foot high two meter thick stone perimeter fence, just a simple six footer.

Her coach wasn’t happy leaving.  He raised a hullabaloo and had to be physically removed.  He couldn’t understand why his star pupil didn’t want to go to the Olympics.

We had marketing make up brochures for the two mansions, $10K a day, guaranteed security, plus emergency medical, BYOS (bring your own servants).  They also made up one for the gym, training under Cassie Johnson, the only girl ever to win all four events at once.

We got tenants for the two mansions immediately.  One was Even Williams.  He said that $4 million a year was chicken feed for the security.  The other was the Secret Service who also felt that $4 million was cheap.  I exchanged glances with Trisha and she commented, “I guess that next year it will go up in price since everyone thinks $10K a night is cheap.”

The gym got several calls.  All the gymnasts wanted to work with Cassie, they all liked her.  For each of them, we did a discrete background check.  For those who were really rich, we charged them the full $30K a year plus another $18K for the parent’s townhouse rental.  That scaled down to the poor ones who we let in for free.  We did require that the gymnast have some talent.

All these tenants were restricted to their areas.  There were guard posts at the entrances.  If they requested it, they could get an escort to go shopping in the mall.  Locally in the gym area there was a convenience store.  The mansions provided their own entertainment and food, but could get an escort if they wanted one as well.  Even Williams was allowed to go without requesting a guard to the mall and hospital, of course he was discreetly watched anyway, but he was vetted completely, he knew about TMJ.

The marines jogged the entire perimeter in several groups every day, and with the marines the gymnasts were allowed to run, even though they had problems keeping up.  The gymnasts (and Cassie) were also collected for school in the mornings and returned in the afternoons.  Cassie usually let them have Saturday afternoons at the mall.  Otherwise they were working out.

Nancy had to leave for her prep school at the end of August.  She was wailing and carrying on so much that I finally fucked her to oblivion just to make her shut up.  Wendy, Susie, Eve, and I dressed her and carried her to the airport, telling the Secret Service guy who met us there that she was worn out and sleeping.  As we put her down in her seat, she woke up.  She knew that she had to keep everything secret, so she just hugged us all, with lots of tears.  We hugged her back, then watched the plane take off back to her parents.

Chapter 36

Every few months we had an attempted break in or two.  It was usually an opportunistic burglar who didn’t realize what kind of security we had.  Every six months or so, a group of three or four Righteous Crosses from the prison gang tried to get in, presumably to get me.  We had had one more try to get Jenny, the contract on her was still active.  Since she worked at the estate hospital now, they didn’t even get close.

Two of the attempts on me were of note.  Hwy 12 runs along the south wall of the estate, from the tower near my parent’s house, past the loading docks, and on back several miles to the back southeast tower.  Out of frustration more than anything, the RCs stole a van, filled it with explosives, then remote detonated it to try to get through the fence.  It only made it half way.   A quick search turned up a team ready to invade through the break.

A second attempt was made at the high school.  I was eating lunch with Cassie and several other estate teens and friends when Wendy shouted, “Down!”  We all recognized the voice and the entire table was on the ground in under a second.  Out of the corner of my eye I saw Wendy jump thirty feet, it looked almost like one of those cheesy kung fu movies.  A shot rang out and I saw her take it in the shoulder.  Didn’t slow her down any though.  A few thunk sounds, a slap sound, then two thuds, and she called out, “I need help here!”  I jumped up and ran over to kneel on the two guys while she called everything in using her good arm.  I saw Val on the far side of the lunch room with three more guys.

I commented when she got off her cell, “I hope that is a through and through, otherwise Jenny is going to have to reopen it to cut out the bullet.”

She grimaced and replied, “No it isn’t, and don’t make me think about it.”

“I assume that there are a few more guards coming?”

“Yes.”

“Anyone else injured on our side?”

“No.”

“Then I order you to head out now and go see Jenny.  I will take care of these two.”

“Yes, sir.”  She didn’t sound happy, but she took off. 

I grabbed the two unconscious guys and dragged them over to where Val had hers tussled up.  She pulled out handi-cuffs and took care of my two as well.  Then she looked at me and asked, “How’s Wendy?”

“She got hit in the shoulder.  I sent her to Jenny.  She’ll be okay.”  I looked down at the five guys.  “Righteous Crosses?”

“Probably.  When will the stupid bastards learn?”

“Since they were dumb enough to go to prison, probably will take them a while.”

We were gathering a crowd.  The principal came in and shooed everyone back to class, then he got a good look at the five toughs and the pile of AK47s.  His only comment was, “Shit!”

The police arrived then and hauled the five of them off.  Val and I gave our statements, I said that Wendy would be down to make one in a few hours, that she had been ‘nicked’ by the one shot that the five of them had gotten off.

Because there had been violence on campus, the principal had to call in the busses and send everyone home.  We, the estate kids, packed into our remaining two school vans and took off back to the estate.  I immediately headed over the hospital, of course, Val right next to me as I ran up the path.  Both of us were worried, even though we knew she was all right, so we were both going a good 45+ MPH.  Nancy was right, it was FUN to run all out!

At the ER, Jenny had had to reopen the wound and dig out the bullet.  Not fun.  Wendy was gritting her teeth as Jenny dug, since any sort of local would wear off in less than 15 seconds.  As we walked in, Jenny let out a loud, “Ah!” and pulled out the bullet.  Wendy relaxed.  Jenny didn’t even bother to bandage it.  Within seconds it had stopped bleeding.

Jenny washed off and then dropped the bullet in an evidence bag, sealing it and initialing it.  Fawn was waiting in the corner and took off with the bag, presumably to deliver it to the local PD.

Jenny told Wendy that she had to wait three hours, and then she could leave.  Wendy looked at her and said, “Yes, ma’am.”  Jenny had to take off then, a kid had fallen out of a tree and had been brought in with a broken arm.

I went over to Wendy, gave her a kiss and said, “Glad you are okay.”  Val squeezed her left hand and smiled at her, indicating the same thing.  I added, “I will see you up at the house tonight.  I need to thank you properly.”

She blushed and nodded.

A few hours later, she came in the door to the main house.  She was immediately swarmed by all the kids under 18 (and a few over) crying and hugging her.  She hugged them all back, shedding a few tears herself.

The hoopla died down a few hours after dinner.  I pulled Wendy into the bedroom.  Kissing her hard, I laid her back and slid into her dripping pussy.  Like I had done only twice before, the two of us got into a TMJ love making cycle, both recovering after each orgasm and continuing on.  Three hours later I chased her giggling into the shower.  Like Susie and Jenny before her, somehow her body absorbed all the semen.  After the shower we collapsed in bed.

Chapter 37

We still were spending money faster than we were making it, but the drain had been slowed.  The infrastructure was in place, so there were no big costs going out except for my taxes as landlord.  We had long ago switched to our own power and water, the only utility we were paying for was sewer.  We actually were selling power from all the wind generators.  Everything was well maintained with our expert crews, repairs were minimal.

The only other thing that was brought in were the supplies for the mall.  Some of the food spices, meat, clothing, some produce, fresh ammo, hospital supplies - all that was still paid for. 

 

I hadn’t seen a lot of the new stuff, I had been busy.  So on a teacher conference day at the High School I headed over to look at the school.  I was amazed at how many kids there were.  Close to two hundred.  I hadn’t realized we had taken in that many people.  Considering only about ten of them were terminally ill kids we had fixed up with TMJ, the rest were all relatives of my guards and military brats (kids of military personnel) whose parents we had fixed up.

As I wandered through the school, kids swarmed around me.  I was a little surprised that they all recognized me, but then I saw that each classroom had a picture of me on the wall.

There were some pretty hot girls there in the seventh and eighth grades, and every single one of them was giving me bedroom eyes.  In the last room were the eighth graders, Susie included.  Every girl there was smokin’ hot.  I couldn’t resist, and as Susie was giving me a hug, I whispered in her ear, “Why don’t you bring some of your hot friends home to play sometime?”

Susie gave me a sisterly smack on the arm.  “To play, yeah right.”

Moving on, I headed for the mall.  There were quite a few ladies I didn’t recognize in the stores.  There was no way to tell if they were rejuvs or really 19-20.  Then I saw Cat, Reena’s sister, working as a checkout girl at the grocery store.  I went over.  “Cat!  Long time no see!”

She looked at me and blinked for a minute, automatically saying, “Hi!”  Then she realized it was me.  “Hey, Tom!”

“I thought you went to state?”

“I did, but I caught Mono last semester, so I am planning on going back in the spring.”

“Sorry to hear that.  So you are living on the estate now?”

“My parents moved in last fall when I left for college.”

“Would you like to grab some lunch?”

“My break isn’t for another 10 minutes.  If you care to wait, sure!”

I could have just told her to take it early.  I was, after all, her bosses’ bosses’ boss.  But I didn’t like to do things like that.  Apparently she didn’t know exactly who I was, just that I was a big-wig.  Fine with me, I kind of liked that.  I did go find her manager and ask him if she could have the afternoon off.  He readily agreed.

I was waiting when she got off.  “So what sounds good for lunch?  Chinese?”

“Sure.”

We talked over lunch in the food court.  I asked, “So what’s your major?”  I winced internally as I said it.

She rolled her eyes.  “Come on, you can do better than that!  Anyway, I was thinking about nursing, but there is a glut currently on nurses unless I move to the big city, and I really don’t want to do that.”

“You realize that as a resident here, you are guaranteed a job, and the estate hospital sure could use help.  Right now it is filled with marine medics, many of which would prefer different jobs.”

“There is an estate hospital?  Wow.  I didn’t know that.  You said that they were looking for people?  I am not qualified for much more than candy striping right now.”

“The head doctor was a good friend of your sister’s, I am sure she will gladly take you in under her wing, so to speak.”

“Really?  It seems that Reena was really popular around here.”

“She was.  She was a good friend of mine too.  Come on, let’s go for a walk, I want to show you something.”

“I really need to get back to work.”

“Don’t worry about it, I asked your manager if you could have the afternoon off.”

“Wow, you must have some pull.  He is really strict.”

“A little.  You coming?”

She blushed, “Okay.”

I led her to the surface elevator, coming out on a path heading east toward the original back wall.  She commented, “It sure is pretty around here.”

“Yes it is.  How are your parents doing with the gated community?”

“They love it.  My dad does accounting for the mall, and my mom is planning on opening a yarn store.”

“How about you?”

“I have been stuck in the house since March.  I like it here so far, but I don’t know much about it.  It is a little strange that everything is so military.  Not bad, but a bit unusual.  Also that everything is underground.  Good thing I am not claustrophobic!”

“I think everything being underground was for security.  Trisha is very protective of everything and everybody here.”

“Trisha?”

“The head of security.”

“Oh.”

We were coming up on the chunk of wall left standing.  In front of it was a plaque.  There was an honor guard standing next to it.  I pointed to the plaque.

 

Reena Anna Jones

Died on this spot defending this wall against armed insurgents.  She loved life and willingly gave it up to save others.  May her honor and bravery be a lesson to us all.

Rest in Peace.

 

One look and Cat was sobbing.  I sat her down on the bench next to the marker and held her for a good hour.  I shed a few myself.

After an hour she sniffled, raised her head and commented, “I don’t think my parents know about this spot.”

“There is not a marine here doesn’t stop by at least once every few days.  Reena had a lot of friends.”

“I can see that.”

We sat quietly for another hour, then I led her back to the mall.  She looked at me and said, “Thank you.  Will you meet me for lunch tomorrow?  I would like to take my parents to see the memorial.”

“Sure.  Where?  Just here at the food court?  Noon?”

“That’ll work.  I really need to get back to work now.  Thanks again.”

“Anytime.  See you tomorrow.”

The next day I went over to the food court at noon.  I heard them as I approached.  I heard her mother say, “So where is this guy you met?”

I said, “Hello.”  Her parents turned to look at me.  “We met at the funeral.  I’m Tom.”  I shook their hands.

Her dad said, “I remember you.  You were the one who pointed out that Reena had some money for Cat to go to school.”

“Yes. I am glad that worked out, at least for one semester anyway.”

Her mother gave Cat the ‘Look’.  “It had better be for all eight semesters.”

She rolled her eyes, “Sheesh, Mom.  Of course.”

Her dad, to change the subject asked, “So what is this that you wanted Tom to show us, young lady?  I am taking time off of work for this.”

“It is a surprise, Dad.  Trust me.”

“All right.  But let’s not stand around here.”

I gestured them toward the elevator.  “If you will come this way, Sir, Ma’am.”

They followed as I led them to the surface and down the path.  Her dad, still impatient asked, “How much further?”

“Not far, sir.  Trust your daughter.  You want to see this.”

As we approached the chunk of wall, Cat said, “Read the sign.”

They did.  Her mother started bawling, while her dad just stared.  After a few minutes they sank down on the bench, Cat joining them.

I put my hand on her dad’s shoulder.  “Sir, if you need anything, ask the honor guard.”  I left them sitting there.  I headed over to the stables.  I hadn’t been there since they were new.

They had expanded quite a bit.  I was surprised to see that in addition to the horses and dogs for security, there were some basic barnyard animals as well, like sheep, cows (both Angus and dairy), pigs, lots of chickens, and I think I even saw an emu.  There was even a farmhouse with a family living there taking care of things.  It seemed that Nancy, Susie, and Eve’s project had grown a bit.  I suspected that it was Trisha’s doing, part of her drive to make us as self-sufficient as possible.

It was funny, like the Jones’, the family there didn’t recognize me.  I played naive and asked, “Wow, who owns all this?”

“The Johnson Bank.  Next year we will be producing both milk and meat, and they even said we could keep the profits!  I wish I had had a bank like that before!  When Henrietta asked us to move here, we did because we were about to lose the farm anyway.  Now we will actually make money, and the bank isn’t trying to steal it all!”

So everyone thought the bank owned all this.  Well, that worked for me.  I think the farmer was thinking I wanted a job, but I just thanked him and left.

Over at the greenhouses, I saw that they covered a good five plus acres now.  I went inside and was surprised to learn that, like much of the estate, there was more underground than on the surface.  The place was growing everything, there were even several banana, coconut, and pineapple trees.

I went over to the hospital.  Jenny was really busy, but I asked some of the techs and they said she had been going 17 hours without a rest.  I stopped her in the hall and told her, “Jenny.  You will take a minimum one hour break starting within the next 15 minutes.”

“I can’t!  There is too much to do!”

“You are a doctor.  What would you say to a patient that was doing what you are doing, even on TMJ?”

She sighed.  “You are right.  See you in my office in five minutes.”

Five minutes later she came in and collapsed in her chair.  “And to think I was worried about having nothing to do!”

I waved her over to the couch where I was sitting.  I held her as she rested on my shoulder.  After half an hour she relaxed and started to doze.  I held her for another two hours until she suddenly sat up.  “I got to get back to work!”

“Okay then, three things.  One, you will take a minimum ten hours off for every two days.  No arguments.”

“Two, you will find another doctor or RN to help you.  Preferably really hot like you, but not necessarily, just so you can trust them with TMJ.”

“Three, Reena’s sister Cat is starting college, but wants an internship.  Please arrange it.”

With a wry smile, she said, “Yes, sir.”

“Now come here.”  I gave her a big smooch.  She grinned and took off.

I headed back to the house for dinner.  That is when I noticed, Susie didn’t have her patch on!

“Susie, where is your patch?”

“Oh! I forgot to put it on last Sunday.”

“Do you realize it has been six days?”

“Really?  Is that possible?”

“You are going to go see Jenny, now.”  I put her in a cart and drove her over to the hospital.

Jenny looked her over.  “Susie, how do you feel?”

“Normal.  Maybe a little weaker than usual.”

I said, “My grandpa said that after several years the amount needed decreased to about one dose a month.  I thought it would be longer than three years though.”

Jenny looked at me.  “I wish I had known that.”

“I wasn’t even sure if it was the same with me.”

She nodded.  “Well, Susie, just to be safe, take one TMJ a week, starting today, for now, and we will try reducing the dosage after a few months, okay?”

“Yes, Jenny.”

Jenny smiled and kissed her forehead, then took off.

 

Chapter 38

A week later Jenny came to me.  “Master Tom, I have found a doctor that might work.  She is a pediatrician, and was my roommate in college.  Since about 65% of the hospital work is for kids, I think that she would be perfect.”  She grinned, “Also, she was what you call drop dead gorgeous in college.  I have no idea what she looks like now.”

“What is her situation right now?”

“She is in a hospice.  She got pricked by a needle ten years ago and is dying of HIV.”

“Well then, let’s make her an offer.”

“I did, but she didn’t believe me.  But I cannot take time to go talk to her.”

“This is a very important position.  I will go myself and talk to her.  Where is she?”

“A hospice in Fargo, North Dakota.”

“A bit out of the way.  Give me the details.  I will take care of it.”

“Thank you, Master Tom.  I agree with you, we need a second doctor desperately.”

“I’ll leave tomorrow morning.  Just call me a head hunter.”  I grinned.

The next morning I flew out.  Trisha’s staff had compiled a report for me.  Doctor Helen Amy Gregorsen, MD,DCH,GP.  Same age as Jenny.  She had had her own practice but was forced to sell it when she got sick.  As of last year, she had spent every penny of the money for medical care.  She was living in a free hospice and wasn’t expected to survive more than another few months.

We landed and Wendy had one of the ubiquitous black SUVs ready.  We headed directly to the hospice.  It was a large house in a pretty poor neighborhood.  I wasn’t too worried, northern cities tend to be pretty tame, but Wendy had the guards fan out anyway.  She and I marched up the steps and I knocked.  A nice middle aged lady answered the door. 

I asked, “May we see Doctor Gregorsen, please?”

She said, “Sure!  Helen likes guests.  Follow me.”  She led us to a lounge where a large group of obviously very sick people were sitting watching a beat up old TV.  A heavily emaciated woman was sitting in a large but threadbare easy chair.  “Helen, you have guests.”

She reached up and covered her breathing tube and gasped, “I don’t. Recognize. Them. But. I. Will. See. Anybody.”

I said, “Hello, Helen.  I realize it is difficult, but is there any place we can speak in private?”

She looked up at the duty nurse.  The nurse said, “My office is right over there.”  The nurse pointed at a door in the back of the room.  Wendy and I helped her into her wheelchair and wheeled her back to the office.

Once inside, I started, “Helen, we are here representing the Johnson Hospital, which is run by an old acquaintance of yours, Jenny Franks.”

She snorted.  “I. Told. Her.  I. Am. In. No. Condi. Tion. To. Work.”

“Yes, she told me.  However, I would like to mention a breakthrough in nano-tech that she and I came up with.  It is a drug called TMJ.  It can cure you in a few hours.”

“I. Don’t. Believe. You.”

“Let’s talk theoretical then.  If you were cured, would you be willing to work with Jenny as chief pediatrician in her hospital?”

“Yes. I. Have. Debts. To. Pay.”

“As part of the deal, we will pay off all your debts, plus donate one million dollars to this hospice.”

“Tell. Me. Where. To. Sign.”

I handed her three pills.  “Take these.  I am not sure how you do it with that apparatus.  Look at it this way, what do you have to lose.”

It sounded like she was choking, it took a minute for me to realize she was laughing.  She covered the tube again, “Good. Point.”  She took the pills easily.  I suppose she took a lot of pills in her condition.

“Okay, Helen.  I will leave you now.  I’ll be back in a couple of hours.  By then I bet you will be walking.  If you can, eat a lot so your body has material to rebuild itself.  By that point, I will also bet you can remove that tube.  Then we can really talk.”

She still gave me a skeptical look, but I wheeled her back out into the main room.  Then Wendy and I thanked the nurse, told her we would be back in a few hours, then left.

After a hearty dinner at the local TJs and some wandering around, we returned.  Helen answered the door herself.  She also was missing the tube.  “I don’t know what the hell those three pills were, but...Wow!”

“Well, will you take the job?”

“Of course, but it will take me a while to rebuild muscle mass.”

“No it won’t.  Just eat like a pig and your body will rebuild itself in days.”

“So you say that my HIV is cured?”

“I would guess about 90% cured by now.  Give it another few hours, and you will be completely cured.”

Wendy elbowed me.  “Oh yeah, one negative side effect.  You have to wear an arm patch for the rest of your life.”  I pulled out a sealed patch from my pocket, tore open the wrapper and helped her affix it to her upper arm.

“I can live with that.”  She giggled.  “That expression is a bit ironic in my case.”

“Positive side effects, you are stronger, or at least will be when your muscle mass is back; you have much more endurance; and you will never be sick again.”

“If you hadn’t just got me out of my death bed, I would call the guys with straightjackets for you.  As a doctor I must know, why isn’t this on the market?”

“Several reasons, but for now can I have your promise to keep it to yourself?”

“Sure, but I am going to have to tell my friends here something.”

“You are a doctor, tell them you are testing a new super-adrenalin or something like that.  I know it goes against your doctor instincts not to immediately help these people, but there are very good reasons not to, the main one is the strictly limited availability of TMJ.  You get it for two reasons, you are a friend of Jenny’s, and we need you.”

“What if I knew of several others that were former medical personnel that were like I was?”

“If you really really trust them, as in with your life, tell me about them.  If they are just people you are trying to save, I have to say no.”

“Then there is one person I would like to add.  She was my head nurse at my clinic and was contaminated when I was.” 

I pulled out another packet of three pills and an arm patch.  I handed them to her.  “You are a doctor.  You have one person’s life in your hand.  Remember that the arm patch only lasts a month, then the person will go into a coma and probably die.  That means that anyone you give it to will have to come with you tomorrow.”

We were still standing in the doorway.  I added, “Eat a lot.  We’ll stop by tomorrow to help you with moving.”  I pulled out an envelope.  “And give this to that nice nurse we talked to earlier.”

I took Wendy and the ladies out on the town for the evening.  I was underage, and the girls looked underage, but money got us into clubs.  Not that there were all that many in Fargo or Moorhead.  We all relaxed in the presidential suite at the Hilton.  Except for the one girl on duty and the one guarding the plane, I managed to get them all unconscious with a cream pie.  I fell asleep snuggling up with Wendy and three other beautiful women.

The next day we slept in until almost noon.  Then we headed back to the hospice.  At the door we were met again by Helen, she was looking much better.  With her was a blonde lady who obviously was also recovering.  Next to them on the floor were two boxes, one had Helen’s name on it, and the other said, “Candy Smith”.

Helen said, “Hurry, grab those boxes and let’s get going.  Otherwise they will keep you here for hours going on about that check you gave nurse Thelma.”

I grabbed one and Wendy grabbed the other.  I said, “Hello, Candy.  I’m Tom.”

“Hi,” she replied.  I could tell she was really sweet, no pun intended.  Once she recovered, I was going to have to add her to my collection of babes.

We took off, climbing on board the jet at the airport.  Candy looked around and asked Helen, “What on earth have you gotten me into?”

She shrugged.  “I don’t know, but anything is better than gasping for air watching TV Land reruns all day.”

Candy said, “Good point.”  She plopped down in a seat and eagerly peered out the window the whole trip.

Helen quietly sat there and looked around the plane at each of us.

We landed, and Jenny met them by the steps.  “Helen!  So good to see you!”

“Jenny!  Nice to see you too!  I don’t know what this stuff is that you have come up with, but... like... Wow!  And you look like you did as a freshman.  How did you pull that off?  More nano-magic?”

“Nope, it is a nice side effect of TMJ.  You really didn’t think all those marines that rode with you were teenagers, did you?”

“Hmm, actually I did.  By the way, this is my head nurse, Candice.”

Jenny shook her hand, “I remember you.  Anyway, let’s get you both settled.  You automatically have apartments in the hospital, and if you want you can later get a regular apartment.  I don’t know how much Tom has told you, but this is a walled community, so everything, housing, the local mall, the hospital, are all inside the walls.”

“You will probably need clothes, here.”  She handed them both an official business credit card.  “There are all sorts of clothing stores in the mall.”  She and I helped them into a cart.  We drove into an elevator, then went down.  We took off toward the hospital.  Jenny pointed out the mall as we passed it.  Soon we pulled into the hospital.  Helen’s and Candy’s offices were right next to Jenny’s, and both had full apartments behind them as well.  I think both of them were slightly overwhelmed.  Jenny said, “Take your time, I don’t expect you to take up any duties until a week from tomorrow.  Explore.  Go spend some money in the mall.  I’ll see you tomorrow morning for breakfast at seven.”

We left them standing there.  From what I heard, the first thing they did was find the lab and do a blood test on themselves.  When it came back normal, they sent in a sample for full HIV testing.

When I stopped by next Saturday, they had jumped in feet first.  Both of them had filled out and while still slightly gaunt, were very pretty.  Helen was supervising two kids who had thought scaring a herd of horses was funny and had been trampled.  They weren’t at risk, just a few broken bones.  I looked at the two, a boy and girl about 10, and told them, “If you weren’t kids, I would kick you off the estate for stupidity.”

I turned and asked Helen, “Want to meet for lunch?  We have a couple of things to go over.”

“Sure.  But I can’t take too long; I can’t believe Jenny was doing all this by herself before.  Meet you in the cafeteria in 10 minutes.”

Ten minutes later she came in, loaded up a tray to the breaking point and sat down across from me.  “Hmmm, I love being able to eat like this.  I haven’t been able to keep much down for years.”

I smiled and we ate for a while.  After she had polished off two large plates of tater-tot hotdish and three pieces of cherry pie, she sighed and said, “You know, Tom, that half the women working here moon over you constantly.”

“Yeah, but I am not complaining.”  I grinned at her.

She hesitated, “Just who are you anyway?  I asked a few people and they just gave me a strange look.”

“I am the inventor of TMJ, in a way.  Jenny refined it for use in pill and patch form.  I actually personally own this entire walled neighborhood.  It was originally an estate that I bought with proceeds from a sale of TMJ.”

Her eyes unfocussed for a second.  “You own all of it?”

“The hospital, the mall, all the houses and apartments, the farm, the stables, the airport, yes.”  I flashed her a grin.  “The reason I am so popular is that 90% of these people owe me their life.  They were terminally ill like you.  They chose to dedicate themselves to my, shall we call it a commune?  You are the pediatrician, you may have noticed that a lot of the ex-military personnel are pregnant?”  I flashed her another grin.

“Wow.  Total teenage fantasy.”

“Yup.  Like I said, I am not complaining.  Any time you want to check it out, you and Candy are welcome for dinner over at the main house.  Just think 60s commune and you will be all right.  Jenny has an apartment here, but she lives over behind the main house.  That is where her private lab is too.”

“Hmm, I might just take you up on that.”

“Now, down to business.  You mentioned some debts?”

“I owe a lot on credit cards, nearly $100 thousand; I shamefully admit I expected to die before having to pay them.  I borrowed $120 thousand from my parents that I never got to pay back; I had just paid off my student loans and was about to pay them back, but I lost the clinic before I could.”

“Okay then, your hiring bonus is now $250K.”  I punched the transfer into my phone.  It was nice owning the bank.  “Pay everyone off.  As for your parents, as your family members, they are welcome to a place here, rent free.  They are pretty nice apartments if you want to take a look.”

“I’ll do that.  Even if we aren’t allowed to use TMJ except for emergencies, the medical care here is top notch and my dad needs it.  Jenny was always the best.  I wouldn’t have made it through Gross Anatomy without her help.”

“I am impressed with her capabilities as well.  Not too many doctors can be a mother, run an entire hospital, and do medical research at the same time.”

“Wait a second.  You said, ‘be a mother’?”

“Didn’t she tell you?  She has a daughter, about a year old now.”

“Wow.  I am in shock over that more than almost anything else.”

I gave her a lecherous grin, “Any time you want one, let me know.”

She blinked, “Wow again.  I thought I could never have kids.  It is possible now, isn’t it?  Wow.”  She sat there thinking for a moment; then suddenly exclaimed, “Shit.  I am late for my rounds.  I will definitely talk to you later.”

The next day I swung past the grocery store.  Cat was on the register.  She saw me and said, “Tom!  I don’t know what you said, but the hospital offered me an internship.  This is my last shift here.  Meet me for lunch in 20 minutes?”

Since that was my line, I said, “Sure!  At Dean’s Tacos?”

“See you there!”

We sat down at a concourse table.  “Thank you for the internship.  Besides paying better, I can figure out if I am suited for the medical field.  Doctor Jenny is really nice.”

“She is a friend of mine.  I just mentioned that you were interested.”

“Well, thanks anyway.  My parents, and I for that matter, would also like to thank you for showing us the memorial.  My Mom goes there every day and leaves flowers.”

“You are welcome.  I lived here at the time and she helped save my life too.”

“Who are you anyway?”  Same question that Helen had asked the day before.

Not wanting to tell her everything, I said, “I live over at the main house.  I helped found this place.”

“Cool.”  She didn’t ask anything else.  “So, you still in school?”

“Yes, sorry but I am only in 11^th grade.  That is why I am only around on weekends.”

“That’s okay.  I like younger guys.”  She blushed.  To cover her faux pas, she hurriedly said, “Could you come over for dinner?”

“Sure.”

Since it was still October, there was time before snowfall so I started construction on a movie theater.  It only had one theater, but was a very nice theater.  I did it as a cinema café, with tables between chairs, tiered seating, and waitresses.

The next weekend, I went over to the Jones’ for dinner.  It was my first time in one of the new apartments since the original prototype was built.  The place was beautiful, solid wood flooring, nice art, these people had taste.

While Mrs. Jones was setting the table, Cat and I leaned over the balcony and watched the kids playing on the playground and in the big pool five stories below.  We laughed at one kid’s antics, wincing when he belly flopped in the pool.

Dinner was good.  I hadn’t ever had much as far as home cooking, my mother wasn’t that great of a cook and it was a group thing over at the main house.  The goulash was wonderful.  I told Mrs. Jones so.

After dinner we sat in the living room and talked.  Mr. Jones started with, “Cat tells us that you live over at the main house.”

“Yes.”  I didn’t really want to volunteer anything.

Mrs. Jones asked, “Have I met your mother?”

“Maybe.  She spends a lot of time at the main house.  You have probably met my Grandma May and Grandma Rhonda though.”

“Really?”

“Yes, my Grandma May runs May Day Dresses and my Grandma Rhonda runs Rhonda’s Bakery.”

“Yes, I have met them.  Aren’t they a bit young to be your grandparents?”

I was surprised.  I suppose that they didn’t know about TMJ.  “Did anyone give you an orientation when you moved here?”

Mr. Jones replied, “Not really.  One of the security girls showed us around, but that was it.”

“*sigh* That is probably because everyone here is the family of one of the security girls, and they are supposed to talk to you.  Reena wasn’t available.”

“No. She wasn’t.”

“Remember how Reena was injured when she got back from Afghanistan?”

Her parents looked at each other, Cat just stared at me.  Her dad said, “She was paralyzed from the chest down.”

“Did she ever tell you how she got the injury repaired?”

“She just said that it was fixed and that she was all better.”

“You may notice that there are a lot of gulf war vets here.  All of them are better.”

They looked each other again.

I went on, “We have an experimental drug that heals injuries like that.  Reena agreed to be a test subject.  All the marines around here were in bad shape like Reena.  One of the side effects of the drug is that it makes you look younger.”

“So you are older?”

“No, I am 17.  What it does is make people older than 18 or 19 young again.”

Mr. Jones snapped his fingers.  “So that is why your Grandmas look young?”

“Yes.  They are 72 and 89 respectively.”

Mrs. Jones said, “They look like they are Cat’s age!”

Mr. Jones asked, “Why didn’t she tell us?”

“It is Top Secret.  That is why I ask you now to keep it to yourselves unless you are talking with one of our doctors or one of the security types.  We are actually under Presidential Order to keep it to ourselves.”

Mr. Jones snapped his fingers again.  “That explains how the President recovered from the bomb!”

“Yes.”

“And all the security types around here were injured Gulf War vets?”

“Around 98% of them, yes.  They all, including me, consider ourselves family.  That is why Reena is so mourned around here.  You realize that there are at least two babies named after her?”

“No, I didn’t.”

They sat in silence for a few minutes.  I said, “Well, Cat has her new job tomorrow, so I won’t keep you any longer.”  I turned to Cat.  “I will check in on you at the hospital.”  To her mom, “Thank you for the meal.” I bowed out.

Chapter 39

With Helen helping at the hospital, Jenny was home more often, with the inevitable consequence.  We were making love one evening when she told me that she was pregnant again.  I hugged her tight and exclaimed, “That’s fantastic.”

She hugged me back, “Yes it is, Master.”  A minute later she got serious.  “Master, I think you need to take Helen as one of your own.  She has too many questions.  She needs to understand.”

“Okay, whatever the doctor orders.”  I snuggled down, as a consequence, sliding in deeper.  She moaned.  I fucked her into oblivion.

I didn’t think I could talk Helen into bed anytime soon, Candy probably, but not Helen.  Maybe in a few weeks, but we needed it faster.  I gathered the younger girls, Eve, Susie, Brooke and Drew, and threw a chocolate party and made several boxes of chocolates.  Susie was the only one of the girls who had done it before and they all had a blast.

I put the chocolates in the refrigerator, then hopped into bed with the giggling youngsters.  I left all four unconscious and smiling.

Wednesday after school I headed over to the hospital.  I found Helen and Candy talking on the Pediatrics floor next to the nurses’ station.  Perfect.  I went up to the two of them, held out the box of four, then said, “You want to try some of these chocolates the kids made?”

“Sure!” and “Looks good!”  They both took one and popped it in their mouths.  Ten seconds later they were both zoned out.  There was no one around except a guard, so I started reciting my planned litany.  “You both love me.  You don’t know why, but the age difference doesn’t seem to bother you anymore.  You think I am wonderful.  You are really interested and attracted to the commune lifestyle at the main house and especially like showing off your restored hot body to me.  You are starting to think of the other girls living at the main house as your friends and sisters.  You love it here on the estate and want to be here with me forever as one of my girls.  You masturbate several times a day dreaming about me.  Each time you do you love me more.  Now wake up and continue what you were doing.”

There.  That should do the trick.  Soon they will come to me.

They both blinked, then said, “Thank you.”  Candy added, “Tell the girls that those chocolates are great!”

As they walked away down the corridor, I swear that their asses were swaying a bit more seductively than before.  I headed back up to general admissions/ER.  I saw Cat working the main desk.  Crossing my arms on the high counter, I asked, “So how is hospital life?”

She looked up, “Tom!  Wow.  Doctor Jenny has me running the desk for now, but she says that I can take shifts as an orderly starting next week.  Isn’t it wonderful!”

“Sounds like you are having fun.”

“Oh, I am.  Vinnie, Doctor Helen’s Dad, was just here and I got to do the intake!”

“That sounds great, Cat.  Looks like you have a lot of work to get done.  I don’t want to get you in trouble.  I’d better go now.”  I could tell she wanted to talk some more, but I didn’t want to rush things.

“Okay, Bye for now then.  Thanks for stopping by.”

“Sure, anytime.  Bye.”  I flashed a smile then got in the elevator.

That evening, Helen came by to join the crew for dinner.  She went with the crowd and got into her birthday suit.  I saw her at the table, she was looking pretty good.  I said, “I see you have filled out a bit.  Nice.”

She turned beet red, but said in a small voice, “Thanks.”

“Any lingering effects?”

“No.  You were right; once I rebuilt my muscle mass, I was good to go.”

“That is good.  How is your father?  I heard he checked into the hospital.”

“He is okay.  He has to have dialysis every couple of weeks.  His kidneys are not doing all that great.”

“You know that is serious enough that you can bump your parents and give them TMJ.  They don’t have to wait the normal prerequisite year.”

“Really?  I didn’t because I didn’t want my Dad to take TMJ when my mother wasn’t.”

“She’s his wife.  They would be best off taking it together.”

“I’ll talk to Jenny about starting them tomorrow.”

“What about Candy’s parents?”

“They died when she was young.”

“Oh.”

“I have always been like her sister, she grew up in the foster home next door to me.”

“Good, it is nice that she has someone like you.”

She blushed prettily.  “Thanks.”

Not wanting to push things, I gave her a peck on the cheek.  “You need to join us more often.”

As she blushed even more, I turned to the meal.  It wasn’t as good as Mrs. Jones’, but it was still pretty good.

The next day Candy showed up, I gave her a half-hug and a cheek kiss as well.  She had an incredibly bouncy set of C cups that I had a hard time taking my eyes off of.  They quivered every time she laughed.  I found myself telling jokes just to see her tits quiver.  She followed my line of sight and knew what I was doing, and didn’t say anything.

Before I knew it, I was in my easy chair and she was on my lap, frenching me for all she was worth.  Soon she moved until she was straddling me, positioned herself above my hard cock, and sank down, spearing herself.  I couldn’t resist and reached up and flicked those fantastic nips.  She moaned into my mouth.

She rode me through several orgasms on her part, until I dumped my load deep into her.  Feeling the warmth in her belly, she came one last time herself, howling as she arched her back, her wonderful tits quivering and her quim working hard to milk me.  A minute later she collapsed.  I moved her to the side and got up. 

Almost instantly Drew was there to clean me up.  Her ‘dad’ had trained her well, I was hard again in no time.  Vanna was watching, so I went over to her and positioned her with her head between her knees and slid home.  I left a load in her which Drew eagerly licked up again.  Fawn got the third load, then Drew bent over and got the last, to her delight.

I sat back down next to the dozing Candy.  She moved over and cuddled with me.  “I love you so much,” she murmured as she snuggled.

The next day after school, I gave Helen a squeeze in the ass.  She giggled and continued on her rounds.  I did back Jenny into her office for a quick roll on her bed.

I met Cat for lunch in the Café.  I let her bubble on about how great everything was.  At the end of lunch she asked, “Why don’t you ever invite me over for dinner?”

“You are welcome any time, but I thought you might hesitate over the dress code.”

“Dress code?”

“It is mostly Au Natural.”

“I see... that explains a few things.”

“Like what?”

“Why no one uses the changing rooms in the stores, or how everyone skinny dips in the pool.  You mean to tell me that Reena...”

“When off duty, yes, she spent it mostly nude.  I will admit, I enjoyed watching her wash the cars.”

“I’ll bet.”  She thought for a minute.  “I’ll think about it.  Don’t tell my parents though.  They are already upset that there isn’t a church on the grounds.”

“Hmmm, I will see about that.  Talking about new things, would you like to see a movie Friday night?  They are just finishing building the theater.”

“Sounds great.”

“Good.  Pick you up at your apartment at six thirty?”

“See you then.”

“’k, bye.  I scooped up both our empty trays and dumped them on my way out.

Chapter 40

I asked Trisha for the resident statistics on religion.  She had one of her girls compile it from the resident database for me.  We had 38% Catholic, 43% Lutheran, 10% Baptist, 8% Jewish, and 1% Agnostic.  There was also 1 person who was a Buddist.  No Mormons.

Religion was a problem that I wanted to nip in the bud.  I had Trisha call in one of her architects, who was the mother of one of my marines and was now living on the grounds.  I proposed another venue like the mall, near the mall and connected, with five churches or temples in a circle off a central open area.  The architect said that she needed to contact members of the churches to make sure that everything was kosher, no pun intended.

While I would normally delegate such a task, I wanted to go along and recruit the two pastors, the priest, and the rabbi.  They had to be VERY liberal, and I wanted to take care that I got along with them.

The Catholics and the Baptists wouldn’t talk to us.  I talked it over with Trisha and she said that we should then get a military pastor.  Apparently, they handled Catholic, Lutheran, and Baptist all at once.  I liked it.  Trisha knew of a paraplegic ex-military pastor who she thought would be perfect.  He was technically a Lutheran, but did Catholic and Baptist services as well.  I asked how he ended up in the chair, and she said that it was an IED in Iraq.  We talked for a while, and she said that she thought that he could handle our setup here.  I took time off of school (I was getting straight A’s anyway), and we flew out to meet Reverend Mark Jensen.

I liked him immediately.  A jolly man, without the fat, he was friendly.  After greetings, he asked, “So why are you here?”

Trisha said, “We are looking for a military pastor, and you were my unit’s pastor in Iraq.  And I like you.”

I added, “We are a new community and need a person of your talents.  About half the community lives in a commune, while the other half are regular small town types.  We would like to make sure that you are okay with that.”

“I can’t say that I would be thrilled, but it is something I can work with.  What is there by way of a church?”

“You get to design and build it, it is underground, but that shouldn’t be much of an issue.”

“Underground?”

Trisha said, “This is a high security walled community.  Half of the personnel are marines.”

“I see.  Then you are looking for me to do multiple christen services?”

I answered, “Yes.  There will also be a synagogue next door.  We are looking for a Rabbi as well.”

“I would love the job, but you realize I am stuck in this chair?”

I asked, “Pastor Jensen, can I have your word that you will not reveal what I am about to tell you?”

“Yes, young man.”

“We can easily fix you so that you can walk.”

“How is that possible?”

“We have a full hospital.  Also we have a drug called TMJ that will heal any injury.”

“That is hard to believe.”

“That is how our community got started.  We healed vets, like Trisha, and they set up the security.  Even the President visits once in a while because it is so safe.”

“Hmmm.  If what you say is true, I have both a Catholic Priest for you and a Jewish Rabbi.  Both are in chairs like I am, and both are essentially benched like I am.  We play wheelchair basketball once a month together.”

“Are they both liberal enough to handle the social setup I described?”

“They were both injured working together in a soup kitchen that got bombed by a nut group.”

“Sounds like who we want.  Do you or either of them have any issues that would come up in an intensive background check?”

“I am ex-military, and those two...  I doubt it.”

“So you will take the job?”

“Yes.”

“Please call your two friends then and set up a meeting.”

About two hours later, we were meeting with Father John Patrick and Rabbi Dean Stanislaw.  The two of them leapt at the chance.  Father Patrick said that he had to get permission, that he was not permitted to just open a church.  He would come and help design the church, and await permission to preach.

I gave them each three TMJ tablets and a patch.  I told them to get ready, that they could come back later for their stuff, but that we were leaving tomorrow morning.

The next morning the three of them walked onto the plane carrying their suitcases.  They were practically skipping.

They sat down with the architect and designed the layout.  One thing that they pointed out was that we should make two empty spaces specifically east-west aligned for any future Muslims or Buddhists.  They said that their religions didn’t mind not being perfectly magnetically aligned.  They designed five spaces, the sixth was the tunnel in.  The center was to be a big garden with streams, little bridges and gazebos.  I liked it and okayed the plans.

Since it was too late in the year to begin digging, we planned to break ground next spring.  Until then, the three of them made use of the theater in the mornings.

That Friday, Cat and I attended the grand opening of the Theater.  It was a single Theater, considering it was only for a population of around a thousand.  They were showing Avatar, a bit second run, but a fun starter film.  Cat held my arm and leaned on my shoulder through the whole movie.

I walked her home and exchanged a kiss at her doorway.  She smiled and went inside.  I walked back home.

Chapter 41

Helen happily joined me for the night next time she came over for dinner on Sunday.  She and Jenny both took turns trying to wear me out.  I beat them both when they collapsed and hugged me tightly from both sides, simultaneously saying, “I love you.”  We dozed off.

I awoke to Amanda riding me.  Helen and Jenny were both still cuddling.  Soon I left a load deep in her.  We all got up, Jenny had to take off for her shift at work, and Amanda and I had to get ready for school.  Helen just watched me get ready, and then wandered out to the kitchen with us.

That evening, I swung into the hospital.  Cat was working the desk again.  I folded my arms on the high counter and rested my chin on them.  A minute later Cat noticed me.  She stared for a second, then said, “Just who are you anyway?”

Crap! Someone has been talking.  I kept a poker face and asked, “What do you mean?”

“How is it that I mention that we are missing a church, and a day later ground breaks on one?”

Hmmm, she is smart.  “I brought it up at dinner.  It was a good idea.”  It technically wasn’t a fib...

“Just because you brought it up at dinner, it was done?”

“The head of the estate and the head of security liked the idea.”  I didn’t mention that I was the head of the estate.  “Now, how about a hello kiss,” I grinned.  She gave me a peck.  I asked, “Why, don’t you like rich dudes?”

“No, not really.  Reena’s high school boyfriend was rich, and he was a real asshole.  He slept around on her and then when she dumped him, he stalked her 24/7.  She eventually joined the marines to get away from him.”

“Hmmm, well I am very rich and because of the way I live, there are a lot of girls I hang out with.  I think it is really bad that she told him to go away and he stalked her though.  If you told me to go away, I might see you once in a while since we are neighbors, but that is it.  If you want to, I can make his life miserable, just say the word.”

“That brings up so many issues.  Can we meet this Friday evening to talk about things?”

“Of course.  How about six o’clock at the Chinese restaurant.  We can have dinner and talk.”

“Sounds good.”  She turned back to her desk and I left.

That evening I mentioned the bit of Reena’s history to Trish and a few guards.  One of them coldly said, “We will take care of it.”

The next evening, Val had a bandage on her arm.  That was so rare that I peeled it off and saw a nearly healed gunshot wound.  I asked, “What the hell happened?”

Val replied, “No one has to worry about the asshole who stalked Reena any more.  Quince Xavier Young is no longer a concern.” 

As usual I thought that it was really bad to get on my girls’ bad side.

Friday at six, I met with Cat at Chung’s Chinese.  Like Penny before her, she threw herself into my arms crying when she saw me.  “Tom!”  She sobbed into my shirt.

“What’s wrong, Cat?”

“I don’t care if you have other girls!  I love you!  I want to be with you no matter how I can get you, even if I have to share!”

“Wow, Cat, I love you too.  But what brought this on?”

“At first I was angry, if you will forgive me for that.  You said that you had other girls.  I was really jealous.  Then I realized, they are your girls, you cannot leave them.  I really, really want to join them and be one of your girls.”

I lifted her chin and kissed her.  “As one of my girls, you never need to bow your head to me.”

“Hmmm, I understand.”

“Now, let’s get some dinner.  Tomorrow you can come over and see the main house.”

We ate.  Afterwards, I said, “Go talk to Reena’s honor guard; find out what it is like to be one of my girls.  If you still want to be one, come over to the house tomorrow morning and join your new sisters.”

“Yes, Tom.  Anything you say.”  She watched as I headed out down the hall.

The next morning I awoke to Cat giving me a blowjob.  Soon I shot my load into her mouth.  She immediately zoned.  “Cat, you love being one of my girls.  You now realize it is what you were born to be.  You love all your new sisters.  You like that they were your natural sister’s love sisters too.  You love me beyond all belief and ache to be with me and around me as much as possible.  If I am happy, you are happy.  Since your love sisters Jenny and Helen run the hospital, you think it will be wonderful to train to work with them.  Now wake up.”

She blinked, then said, “I love you so much it hurts.”  She snuggled up to me.  I laid her back then slid home, popping her cherry in the process.  I waved Wendy over to be next to Cat and make her feel like one of the girls.  After I came and she lay there semi-conscious from her multi-orgasms, I fucked Wendy to oblivion.  Cat held her hand and smiled. 

Afterwards, I commented, “Your sisters went and took care of Quince.”  She smiled again.  “When you have recovered a bit, why don’t you and Wendy join us for breakfast?”  I threw her a smile and headed to the kitchen.

Chapter 42

Christmas/Hanukkah was fun.  There were toddlers and babies everywhere.  Since they were all spoiled nary a one cried.  Jenny’s kid was talking up a storm.  She would run from person to person, she called all older women, “mommy”.  Jenny was “mommy-mommy”, and, I was “daddy-daddy”.  My grandpa was just “daddy”.  As my father still didn’t come around the main house much, she really never met him.  Cat was an enthusiastic member of the household, as were Helen and Candy.

In February, Emily disappeared.  She had failed to report in.  All attempts to contact her failed.  Trish reported to me.  “Master Tom, Emily has gone missing.  We cannot contact her.”

I knew she was visiting her cousin in Wisconsin, so I said, “Trish, prepare the jet plus a team.  We are going to go get her.  Be ready to lift in fifteen minutes.”

“Yes, sir.”  She knew me well enough not to argue my inclusion in the operation.  We were on our way to Wausau with a plane full of commandos in less than the fifteen minutes.

As I donned my gear, I said, “Nobody, nobody messes with my girls.”  Every single one of the commandos nodded in agreement.  Nobody messes with one of their sisters either.

As that we were not worried about wasting fuel, we were landing in half an hour.  The estate was on high alert and the control room team had called ahead.  There were two big SUVs waiting when we landed.  So was the sheriff.  He took one look, swallowed, and asked, “Anything I can do to help?”

I growled, “Yes, please take us to 4713 Higgs Drive.”  We were there in five minutes.  The team surrounded the place while Trisha and I went up to the door and knocked.  It was less than an hour after she was reported missing.  I was proud of my girls.

A frumpy lady answered the door.  She took one look and slammed it.  We could hear her running into the back of the house yelling, “George, there are G.I. Joes at the door!”

We heard him get up and approach the door.  He opened it and as he saw us plus the police outside, he asked, “How can I help you?”

Trisha barked, “Emily Thomas.  We want to see her, now!”

He looked at her and said, “No”, then he slammed the door.

We went and talked to the Sheriff.  He had us hold up our right hand, plunked a badge in our left, and swore us in as deputies on the spot.  Then he went with Trish and me to the door.  He pounded on it.  “This is the police.  Open the door or we will be forced to break in!”

There was no answer, so he nodded to us.  One kick and the door was flying off its hinges.  We stormed the house.  In the back room there was an unconscious Emily tied to a bed with an I.V. dripping into her arm.  We had the aunt, uncle, and other wimpy little man there bound and handcuffed in under five seconds.  Trish slammed the older guy up against the wall, “What the hell are you doing to Emily?”

Panicked, he started to babble, “This is an intervention.  She got herself brainwashed by one of them cults.”  He kept babbling.  “She was returning to marry Vance when she got captured and brainwashed.  We tied her to the bed, but she went unconscious after two days.”

I asked, “Did you remove her patch?”

“Of course.”

“Morons.”  I asked Trisha, “Got any spares?”

“Yes, back at the plane.”

“Give her yours.  You will be back on the plane long before it affects you.”

“Good idea.”  She dropped the guy, reached into her sleeve and pulled off her patch.  She applied it to Emily’s arm.  Then we untied her. 

A minute later she let out a gasp and suddenly sat up.  I handed her my camo jacket which she gladly put on after she yanked out the I.V., cursing the whole time.  “Goddammit!  Those assholes.  I told them the reason I didn’t come back to stay was that I didn’t want to.  I also told them that you would be here to get me if I didn’t go back.  They didn’t believe me.  Now maybe they do.  I can’t believe they actually thought I would come back to this cesspool to stay after being a marine?  Fucking morons.”  She huddled against me.

The sheriff asked, “Just to confirm, you were here against your will?”

“Hell yes!”

He turned to the three on the floor.  “Just so you know, I checked and these commandos have clearance up higher than I can even check, and I even called a buddy of mine at the Pentagon.  So feel lucky to be alive.  I certainly wouldn’t want to kidnap one of them when even the Navy is scared of them.”

Trisha and I exchanged looks.  She shrugged.  I guess the Secret Service or President had given us some sort of high level classification.  First I had heard of it.

I led Emily out as several more commandos arrived to take out the prisoners.  We dumped all three in the back of the Sheriff’s SUV.  Emily got bits and pieces of a uniform from her sisters, who all went back to the plane.  Trisha, Emily and I went with the Sheriff back to his station to give statements.

We had to return for the court dates, but we gladly boarded our plane and headed for home.  Emily muttered, “So much for next Thanksgiving,” then she hugged all her sisters and cried on the way back.

Jenny was waiting at the ramp and took Emily over to a cart and drove her to the hospital for the night.  There wasn’t much known about TMJ depravation and Jenny wanted to make sure.  All my girls knew that Jenny worried about them and so obeyed her when she gave a medical order.

Emily was up and about the next morning.

Chapter 43

In June, the world watched in horror as Al-Qaida set off an Iranian nuke in an American base in Kuwait.  36 hours later we got a call from the President.

“Mr. Johnson, Dr. Franks, how does TMJ work with radiation damage?”

Jenny and I glanced at each other, then back at the screen.  Jenny replied, “We have no idea, Mr. President.  The issue has never come up.  I give it a 50/50 chance of working.”

He thought for a moment, then stated his problem.  “I need some answers, and there are a lot of soldiers who are in bad shape who have those answers.  Unfortunately, they cannot be transported far and there are a large number of them.”  He paused, “What is the potential supply of TMJ?  Assuming we can cure these soldiers, can we keep up the supply of TMJ to keep them alive?”

“Hold on for a minute, Mr. President.”  Jenny hit mute and stepped off monitor.  “Tom, we are close to max production right now.”

I also stepped off camera.  “We only need the support chemical, right?”

“Yes.”

“So, you have me coming in three times a week right now.  What if Grandpa came in three times a week as well?”

“I would need more assistants, but that would double production.  I suppose in an emergency, we could dip into our cryogenically frozen backup supply, since the dosage per patch is much lower, so there is enough frozen to last fifty years.”

I stepped back on camera and un-muted the call.  “Mr. President, we can support a maximum of about 150, but that is stretching it.”  In reality it was more like 500, but I wanted options.

With a grimace he replied, “Since there are only 38 survivors, that isn’t a problem.  How soon can you get a supply and be here in D.C. to catch a flight to Ramstein, Germany?”

Before Jenny could answer, I said, “We will have to bring our own security detail, all marines, sir.”

“No problem.”

“Then we will be in D.C. in four hours, Sir.”

“Good,” clunk.  He hung up.

We were airborne with a four person marine detail in less than 45 minutes.  It was a week until my 17^th birthday.  I was finally old enough that people didn’t constantly comment on how young I was, at least not any more than the general comments about the age of my marines.  Trisha stayed behind to run things, it was her decision, and she was reluctant, but with me gone for potentially weeks, she knew that she was needed there.

As we flew into D.C. I noticed that there were was a patch on the fatigues.  The American flag on the sleeve, of course, but on the left pocket was a patch with a shield and tree on it.  It looked very official.  I asked Wendy what it meant.

“Family,” was her one word answer.  The working fatigues were very official looking, name tags above the right pocket and all.  I even had a set with “Johnson” above the pocket.  Cool.  I immediately changed into them.  I saw Jenny changing as well.  We all had camo duffels and there were two large medical coolers.  There weren’t any large weapons (except for the cache on the plane, of course), but we all had sidearms.

As we got off the plane in D.C., we were met by a pretty blonde woman dressed in a business suit who was “sir-ing” into the phone.  She suddenly thrust the phone at me and asked me to talk to the President. 

“Sir?”

“Mr. Johnson, I am authorizing you to fill in Agent Farrow on TMJ.  She is an intelligence analyst and will be accompanying you.”

“Yes, sir.”

Clunk.  He hung up again.  I checked out Agent Debora Farrow’s credentials and then waved for her to follow as we were led to another jet waiting for us.  My marines hand carried the medical coolers on board while other marines and soldiers stood guard.  We were airborne again in ten minutes.

As the plane rapidly approached 480 knots at 45,000 ft, Debora Farrow turned to me and said, “Okay, what the hell is going on?  I have spent the last two days analyzing the nuke in Kuwait, and then the President tells me get to the base and catch this flight, or else.  I repeat, what the hell is going on?”

“You are going to interview the survivors at Ramstein.”

“I was given to understand that they are in such bad shape that it was impossible.”

“That is why we are going.  This is above Top Secret, do you understand?”

She looked surprised as she nodded.

“We have a drug that boosts the bodies’ immune and other systems.  It can repair almost any injury.  We are going to test it to see if it works with radiation poisoning.  If it does, they will hopefully be able to talk to you by tomorrow.”

“What?  You creating some sort of Universal Soldier, or something like that?”

“In a way, except that it doesn’t affect the mind.”

“Hmmm, if it wasn’t the President of the United States who shoved me on this plane, I would think that you have seen too many TV shows.”

“Sorry, this isn’t ‘Fringe’.  We are just a group of civilians that developed a drug and are doing the President a favor.”

“You mean that you aren’t in the military?”

“No, although all of my task force here except Dr. Franks are Marines who were medically discharged.”

“You mean...”

“Yes, they were all terminally ill, paralyzed, or otherwise impaired.  They agreed to test TMJ.  They have all been where the personnel you are interviewing are, so you may want to talk to them about it.”

“I’ll do that.”  She got up and headed back to talk to my marines.  I was startled about half an hour later by a loud giggle.  Turning around she was chatting away with the girls like she was an old friend.

I dozed the rest of the way, waking up as we were landing at Ramstein.  We got off the plane and got into the omnipresent black SUVs.  They took us to Landstuhl Regional Medical Center.

As we got out of the SUVs, a small group was waiting for us.  The man at the head of the group exclaimed, “Is this a joke?  I am to turn over treatment of my patients to a bunch of teenagers?”  He glared at the doctor next to him.  “Bob, you told me that there was a crack medical team sent by executive order.  Very funny.”  He turned and walked back inside.

Jenny was seething.  The rest of us were merely angry.  She asked the two doctors still standing there, “Who was that jerk?”

The one on the left shuffled his feet and said, “That was the head physician, Doctor Higgs.”

Agent Farrow pulled out her phone, hit a quick dial number, then started murmuring into the phone.  A minute later she put it down and smiled hard.  “Wait for it...” she said.

Two minutes later a full Colonel was at the door.  “Dr. Franks, Mr. Johnson, Ms. Farrow, welcome to Landstuhl.  I am Colonel Zane.  I apologize for Dr. Higgs, he can be a bit arrogant at times.”

I said, “Just keep him out of our way.”

“Yes, Sir.  I am under very clear orders to have him removed if he does not cooperate.”

Jenny said, “Colonel Zane, we are under a time crunch here.  Could we please be taken to the patients ASAP.”

“Of course, Dr. Franks.”  He led the way down the hall, the two doctors left behind from the greeting party scrambling to keep up.  We passed through security where we all got security badges, then through three more security checkpoints.

At the last one was a problem.  Waiting for us was Senator Tennison.  Crap.  He stepped forward and said, “I hear that you folks are a crack medical team.  What do you hope to do that the doctors here couldn’t?”

Not wanting to deal with him right now, I said, “Sorry Senator, but you are not cleared for that information.”

“I am cleared for all information, boy.”

“Well, MAN, you are not cleared for this.  If you do not remove yourself, these marines will be forced to do so.”

He started sputtering as we marched on.

I said to Jenny and my marines, “That was fun.” 

The Colonel snorted.  “I have wanted to do that since he showed up two days ago, sticking his nose in everywhere.  He has some pretty high level connections.  I hope you know what you are doing.”

“We are under direct Presidential order not to reveal this to anyone.  I will allow you to be there if you don’t ask questions.  And we are civilians doing this voluntarily, so the Senator can, with all due respect, go to hell.”

He chuckled until we got to the ward.  Then it became a grimace.

There were 39 patients.  Three had died, but four more had been found.  We started going through them, one by one.  It was pretty awful.  34 of the 39 got three TMJ tablets.  The last five got an experimental injection version since they were unable to take it orally.  The burns were unbelievable.  Several of them I was surprised that they were still alive.  Jenny held off on the patches, hoping that many of them would have clearer skin, more viable for a patch, the next day.

I took up post with my marines, guarding the entrances to the ward alongside the marines posted by the Colonel.  We only had to stop the Senator twice, other personnel about six times, and somehow a paparazzi got in.  The Colonel’s marines marched her away, presumably for questioning.

The TMJ seemed to be working, albeit much slower than usual.  Jenny and I discussed that, and we figured that it was the extent of the damage.  Every single cell in the body needed replacing with new undamaged equivalents.  Plus the new immune system grown by TMJ would be from damaged material and needed to be updated itself.  What a mess.  How could anyone, even a fanatic like Osama Bin Laden, do something like that?  We had an excuse in WWII, we didn’t know what would happen, but anyone setting off a nuke since then should be tried as a war criminal.

Agent Farrow was able to talk to most of them after a day.  She slowly pieced together what had happened.  Apparently a delivery truck full of fresh fruit arrived just before the blast.  One of the survivors had been a gate guard who survived in his stone gate kiosk.  He had noticed that the driver was new.

That was enough to focus the investigation.  The usual driver was found dead with his wife and three kids.  It wasn’t that simple though, the replacement driver used had been vetted.  It got very political after that and I wasn’t really interested.

By the second day, the soldiers were recovering exponentially.  As they got healthier, their bodies had less work to do, and the TMJ started working at its usual speed.  Several of the soldiers wanted to get back to duty.  A few whiners wanted to go home.  A few had been in so bad a shape that they were still in bed for another day.

Jenny went to each one of them, explained that the patch was necessary and that they would need them for the rest of their life.  A few of them frowned at that, but didn’t say anything right away.  It was a day later that a group of them sent in the ranking officer, a lieutenant, to complain to Jenny.  “Why did you do this to us?”  That was his essential question.

I had been expecting the question, but I was still pissed off.  I waved Jenny back and replied.  “Mister, 90% of you were blind.  70% of you would already be dead.  50% of you would have never walked again, if you were still alive.  All of you were severely burned over most of your bodies.  You are damn lucky the President decided to ask us to give you this chance.  If you don’t like it, I can dump you in the hospital incinerator and you can be a charred almost-corpse again.”

He took a step back.  “I apologize; I didn’t realize things were that bad.”  He rallied a bit and said, “The problem is that this will affect the rest of our lives, and we weren’t given any choice.  That really bothers most of us.”

“Boo-hoo.  So you have to wear a monthly arm patch.  You are made into supermen, with centuries to live, in exchange for having to wear a patch on your arm.  Any of you can peel it off and die in a few days like you would have anyway.  Your choice.”

“Supermen?  What are you talking about?”

I glanced over at Jenny.  “You didn’t explain that part?”

“Not yet, Sir.”

I turned back to the lieutenant.  “In addition to healing fast, you will live several centuries, you have almost unlimited endurance and four times normal strength.  That is why this is all top secret.”

He stared at me disbelievingly, “Are you serious?”

“Yes I am.  Can you see why you can never tell ANYONE about this?”

He shivered.  “Hell yes, I understand.  I shudder to think about a politician getting their hands on this.”

“Exactly.  If you can make the rest of the soldiers understand all this, we can let you out of this ward; talk to your families.  Also, there is a Senator waiting outside the guard posts to interrogate you guys.  Make sure the boys and girls know not to say anything to him.”

He shuddered again.  “Yes, sir.  I will make sure they understand all of what is going on.”  He went back into the ward.

He was a man of his word.  He made sure they all understood.  A few were a bit thickheaded, but he managed.  I was a little worried, the Senator could be very persuasive, after all he was a politician, but when the soldiers emerged, they all pointedly ignored him.  When he got persistent, I heard the lieutenant tell him, “We are all feeling great.  That is all we can tell you.”

That evening, Agent Farrow gathered them all in the visitor’s lounge.  She jumped up on a coffee table and clapped her hands to get their attention.  “Gentlemen and Ladies!”  They were all suddenly quiet.

“I just got off the phone with the President.  He would like to send you his congratulations on such a speedy recovery.”  She grinned and got a few grins back.  “You each have a choice to make.  One, you can rejoin what is left of your unit.  Two, you may take a medical discharge.  While you are perfectly healthy, you are the only living survivors of a nuclear explosion and that buys you a medical discharge.  Or third, the President has ordered the creation of a special unit named the ‘The Mushroom Clouds’.  It is open to all those who have survived a nuclear blast.  You all may join it.  Since you are all now resistant to most toxins and because of your other abilities, the unit’s duty will be primarily search and rescue in hazardous situations.  Its secondary duty will be special guard duties.  Thank you.”  She got down.

She mentioned to me that the President had pulled some strings to get the unit created.  He had to get the name officially registered at the Center for Military History and get it signed off by the Secretary of the Army.

By the next day, there were 34 members of the new unit, two who requested discharges, and three who wanted to go back to their units.  The new unit were already calling themselves “shrooms”.  Somewhere they had found patches with a mushroom cloud on them for their fatigues. 

As they were shipping out, Agent Farrow handed me her phone.  I said, “Hello.”

“Thank you, Mr. Johnson.  That makes five that I owe you.”

Chapter 44

The religious center was almost complete.  The Lutheran and Catholic churches along with the synagogue were essentially built inside the area provided so that once you were inside, you couldn’t tell that they were built underground.  They had strong lights outside the stained glass so it appeared to be sunlight.  With big wooden beams and polished pews, they were beautiful.

Father John Patrick got permission to preach at his new church.  I had to sign a waver to allow in a bishop and several other priests for the dedication ceremony, however.  The Lutherans and Jews weren’t as anal and just said, “Okay.”  The Catholics argued for a while about land ownership, but in the end I kept the property.  They finally consecrated the place similar to a chapel on a military vessel.

The Bishop I had been afraid would be upset, but he turned out to be a little amused by all the security.  During his visit he had one of the few male guards, Chris (big brother to Amy), who was also Catholic, so that worked out perfect.

Since I was officially Lutheran, I attended the Sunday morning services.  It made my mother and grandpa happy.  They had both been a little upset that I had been missing church.  I figured it couldn’t hurt to humor them, so I went.

The cost of living was so low that I didn’t have to supplement the offering income for the Rabbi, Priest, and Pastor.  They got free housing like everyone else on the estate.  The Rabbi, now that he was established, needed to find a bride, and he rapidly fell for one of the lady vets.  Fortunately she wasn’t one of mine.  His wedding was the first in the new synagogue.  The Pastor kept his eye out, dated a few times, but there was nothing hot and heavy.

In July Cat discovered she was pregnant.  She was overjoyed about being pregnant, but a little upset about missing her schooling.  I pointed out that there were plenty of online schools, and that was solved.

Also in early July, Nancy came back for the rest of the summer.  Since we had the churches now, her dad said that she had to go.  She rolled her eyes, but went.  She was surprised at how her stable project had grown.  She got a part time job working in the stables.  I overheard her bragging about how she got a job to her parents.  I bet she was the first First Kid to ever have a part time job.

Chapter 45

We had a population now, so we threw a big 4^th of July celebration.  Last year we had joined the main city’s celebration, but this year we wanted to try our own.  It was small, but fun.  The guard towers reported that people from the city were on their rooftops watching the fireworks in our compound.  Sheila, in charge of the civilian population, had really thrown quite the party.

Cassie’s gymnasium was doing great business.  I hadn’t been over there for a while, so I stopped by one morning in August.  I jogged over to the gate into the gymnastics compound.  There was a hand painted sign next to the gate that said, “Cassville, Population 216”.  As I entered I was struck by the way the whole place looked.  It gave the appearance and feel of an English town.  The rowhouses were reminiscent of English rowhouses, they even had some laundry hanging in the big back yards.  A group of kids were running in the streets kicking around a soccer ball.  Another bunch were playing on the fancy playground equipment in the small park.  There was a pub, convenience store, and Johnson bank next to the gate.  At the end of the walled sub-town was the giant gymnastics complex that looked a lot like a castle.

I wandered down the street.  Suddenly the kids kicking around the ball stopped and stared at me.  One of the older ones asked, “Are you Tom Johnson?”

“Yes.”

“Cool.”  He and the others stared at me until I went in the big door on the gym.  As I went in, I realized the way the door was designed that the effect outside was deliberate.  Cassie had always been an avid reader of fantasy like ‘Avalon’ and ‘The Once and Future King’. 

The gym complex had everything.  Multiple gymnasiums, Olympic size pool, indoor stadium.  A sign directed me to the main workout gym.  The hall came out into a large observation room, snack machines and all.  It was full of parents, each taking an area and personalizing it with their own desk, computers, easy chair, etc.  Every once in a while a parent would jump up and shout something down to their kid.

I went to the railing and looked down.  It was chaos.  Boy and girl gymnasts everywhere.  Wandering among them was Cassie, tweeting her whistle, giving a suggestion, seemingly everywhere.  I waited until she was walking from the beam over to the horse when I yelled out, “Hey, Cassie!”  She looked up, saw me, and waved me down.

It was only fifteen to twenty feet down so I just hopped over the railing.  Cassie was waiting with an eyebrow raised.  “What are you doing here?”

“Just looking around.  I like your Avalon theme outside.”

“Yeah, I couldn’t resist.”

“It’s pretty cool.  How is everything going here in Cassville?  You know you need to come over to the main house for dinner more often.  I miss you.”

“It is really busy.  I have two nationalists right now that require almost constant attention.  It was nice that two of the marine’s fathers were coaches so I have extra help.”

A petite girl appeared at my elbow.  “Are you Tom?” she asked.

What is this?  “Yes I am.”

She giggled and ran back to a group of girls who were all staring.  I looked at Cassie and commented, “The same thing happened outside just before I came in.  Do you know what is going on?”

“Yes, I do.”

I gave her the look.  She went on.  “You are considered the ideal.  All the girls have a big crush on you, and all the boys want to be just like you.  I think your last school picture has been copied hundreds of times and all the kids have it posted in their lockers.  Every little thing you do, and many you don’t do, are gossiped about constantly.  Many of these kids probably know more about you than you do.”

My first thought was ‘ridiculous’! Then I realized it didn’t hurt anyone, and was a bit flattering.  I decided to leave it alone.  I gave Cassie a quick hug and kiss on the forehead, then headed for the door.  I waved at the group of girls and said, “Bye, ladies!”  They all tittered, pressed their hands together and got hard nips.  They were all pretty, but underdeveloped for my taste.

As I walked to the door, in came the exception.  Wow.  She was hot, tight, about my age, with a good C cup.  She was too filled out for gymnastics, I offhandedly thought.  I didn’t want to piss off the other girls, so I just said, “Hello.”

She stared for a second, then whispered, “Hello,” back to me.

I smiled at her, walked past and out.  After the door closed I peeked in the window.  She was frozen and the other girls were hopping around her, “Oh, he talked to you”, “Tam, you are so lucky”, “I wish I had boobs too”, “he is such a hunk”.

Cassie came over, smiled, then got a neutral look and said, “Break it up girls, back to work,” and shooed them back to practice.

I slipped into Cassie’s office and looked up Tam in the database.  Tammy Himmbach was of good but not great talent, and she had rich parents who paid her whole way.  She was one of those girls whose parents didn’t realize that she would never be the star.  I left a note for Cassie that I wanted to meet with her as soon as possible.  I suggested in her pub at eight.

The pub was nice.  There was a traditional pub area with the bar in the center, and on the other side was a family oriented area with a few video games.  I sat in the bar area at a table and ordered a Coke.  The bartender didn’t recognize me, or at least pretended not to recognize me, which was good.

At ten to eight, Cassie came in and joined me with a Sprite.  We sat in silence for a few minutes, I could visibly see her relax.  Then she asked, “Whazzup?”

“Cassie, this is a minor intervention.  You need to cut down on the number of girls or increase your staff.”

She slumped back a bit.  “Yeah, I know.  But I don’t want to hurt any of the girl’s feelings by kicking them out, and with our unusual living arrangements, finding staff is difficult.”

“I agree.  I will admit that I had an idea after I saw Tam today.  Since she, and I assume there are more like her, will never be a national or world class gymnast, can you convert her to being a trainer or something like that?”

“I think I can do that.  But we will lose the money being paid by her parents, and there is a good chance her parents will take her and place her with another coach who will have no compunction to taking their money.”

“I understand.  It is just that you are trying to do too much.  As much as we would like to make money, your health is more important.  TMJ takes care of your physical health, but your mental health is another matter.”

She grinned, “Yes, sir.”

I grinned back, “You are sassing me aren’t you.  I like that.  Anyway, let me know how it goes with Tam.  Offer her full residency, house, unrestricted access to the mall, hospital, etc.  If she accepts, swear her to secrecy about anything she sees on the grounds.  If she works out, make the offer to other older gymnasts who are going nowhere.”

She grinned again, “Besides, she is pretty, isn’t she?”

“I will admit I thought about that, but you come first.  I could just claim her as a sister, but I will wait until she decides to stay or not.”

Suddenly Cassie jumped in my lap and hugged me.  “I love you, Tom.  Thank you for letting me have my dream.”

“Of course, you are my big sister and I love you too.”  I hugged her back.

I heard that Tam took the offer.  She apparently had been telling her parents that she wasn’t a good enough gymnast for years, but they wouldn’t listen.  Tam was a little older than me, just over 18, so she instantly decided to jump at Cassie’s offer.

I saw her in the mall a few weeks later in Grandma’s dress shop.  I went over to her and said, “Hello, Tam.” 

She jumped and turned around.  “H-Hi, Sir.”  Her eyes dropped.

“I heard you are now working over at the gym.  How’s that going?”

“G-Great!”

Wow, was this girl shy.  She needed to get some peer pushing.  If I got her to meet me later, maybe the other girls in the gym would talk up her courage a bit.  “Why don’t you meet me for dinner at George’s tomorrow?”  George’s was a new restaurant that was an actual restaurant with tables, menus, and waitresses.

Her head shot up and her eyes opened wide.  She tried to say something, probably to say no, but nothing was coming out.  I smiled and said, “Good, see you over at the Cassville gate at seven.”  Before she could say anything, I said, “Gotta go.  See you tomorrow!” Then I left and slipped into the Radio Shack next door, peering around the corner.

Tam stood there frozen for about two minutes.  Then Grandma May came over and asked, “Are you alright, dear?”  Tam blinked and murmured something.  “I didn’t hear that.”

Tam looked at her with big eyes and exclaimed, “I have a date with Tom!”

Grandma May smiled and said, “Well, then we need to find a pretty dress for you.”  She led her deeper into the store.  Good.

The next evening, I put on a black suit and drove my cart over to the Cassville gate.  Waiting there was Tam in a beautiful blue dress.  I could feel the eyes watching.  Glancing around I could see at least eight different sets of eyes.  So I played it up.  Getting out of the car I went to Tam and kissed her hand.  Then I escorted her to the car and helped her get in.  Then I went around and climbed in myself and then took off slowly.  I could hear a few sighs behind me as we drove off.

I played the perfect gentleman all evening.  Pulling out chairs, opening doors, letting her prattle nervously on, I even walked her to her door.  I was having fun playing the romantic gentleman.  We exchanged a quick kiss at her door, and again I heard several sighs around us.  I grinned to myself as I walked away.  The poor girl would be grilled for half the night.

Two days later she was leading a bunch of gymnasts on a perimeter jog, so I came up behind her and pulled in next to her with a hearty, “Good morning, Tam!”

She struggled for a second, then said, “Good morning, Tom.”

She was wearing a pair of short shorts and a tank top.  I looked up and down and commented, “Looking pretty nice this morning.”

She blushed and murmured, “Thanks.”

“When do you finish practice?”

“Around seven.”

“See you at the gym for a nice walk at seven.”  Again before she could protest I took off, passing the gymnasts with a “Good morning, ladies.”  I sped ahead amongst the titters and disappeared around the corner.  Again I snuck around and watched, this time from the bushes.

They were swarmed around Tam.  “Girl, he likes you!”  “Wish I had boobs.”  “Hot!  An evening stroll, making out under the stars.”  “Damn, you are lucky!”  “Tell us how big he is!”  That last one was from a cute redhead.  Hmmm, maybe in a year or two...

That evening I found Tam by the entrance of the gym.  She still was wearing the shorts and tanktop.  I took her hand and led her out the back entrance of Cassville.  Rather than go along the road that was fenced on both sides, I led her towards the interior.  There was a boardwalk over the edge of the lake, and along with the sunset it was beautiful.  There was even a whooping crane that took off.  I turned to Tam, cupped her face, and kissed her.  When she responded, I opened my mouth and French kissed her, she opened her mouth and responded to that.

Soon we were sitting on a bench making out.  I squeezed one of those beautiful boobs and she just kissed me harder.  Suddenly she kneeled in front of me and pulled down my shorts.  “Wow,” she said, staring at my cock.  She reached out and encircled it with her hand, then leaned forward and took it all the way down.

Slowly she deep throated me, then pulling back, she licked every bit of my cock and balls.  I commented, “Damn, you are good at this.”

“We practice a lot with carrots.  This is more fun though.”  She grinned and deep throated me again.  She lost all her shyness with my cock buried in her throat.  “Hmmm, Bev said this is fun.  She was right!”

With her enthusiastic work, I was soon filling her mouth with cum.  “Yum!  This is even better than Bev said.”  She swallowed and zoned out.

“Tam, this was the most wonderful thing you have ever done.  You love Tom’s cock.  You will gladly tell the other girls how wonderful Tom and his cock is, including encouraging them to keep up the practice with carrots.  You really love Tom, your whole body aches with need whenever you are away from him.  He is so wonderful, you think about him constantly.  You know in your soul that he owns you now, and you will do anything he wants.  You are happy to be one of his girls like Cassie and the most of the guards.  All Tom’s girls are sisters to you now.  Your purpose in life is to do what Tom wants, and he wants you to assist your sister Cassie.  You will dream about Tom, being with Tom, and making love with Tom.  Don’t forget to talk to Cassie about getting your arm patch.  Wake up.”

She blinked, then some of her shyness came back.  She looked down and murmured, “Thank you.”

I lifted her chin, looked her in the eyes, and said, “You are one of my girls now, you never need to bow your head to me or anyone.  And you are entirely welcome.”  I wanted her there, but I needed to get back to the house.  So I escorted her back to her place, she leaned on my shoulder gripping my arm the whole way.

As I dropped her off at her door again, I gave her a long French kiss and squeezed her beautiful ass amongst the titters around us.  I walked away and then jogged back to my house.

Nancy had to leave in the morning, so I spent the rest of the evening and night with her.  She flew out first thing in the morning.

Chapter 46

I had cut way back on my recruitment of personal girls.  Tam and Cat were the only new ones in a while.  I had 157 girls.  There were close to a thousand more people on the estate at this point.  I felt that I had plenty for now.  Maybe 1 or 2 a year.  With the rate that kids were being born, 65% of which were mine, it is not like we were a stagnant population.  Heck, even Grandma Susan and Grandma Alice were both pregnant.  Grandpa Joe was overjoyed, both by having more kids of his own, and also with having close to 75 grandkids.  My mother was also pregnant.  She was happy about it, but my dad was a bit miffed.  He was happy in his retirement.  He grumped, “Eternal youth has it’s drawbacks.”

My barefoot and pregnant squad were all happy.  They were well into their second pregnancy.  Even Sandra had managed to get pregnant, to her delight.  They all worked full time in the nursery.

We had added to the main house, it was now almost double in size with nurseries and small bedrooms like those the marines had for the older kids.  Jenny’s girl, Theresa, was almost three.  She was extremely smart like her mother.  She was already looking forward to when she was four, then she could go hang out at the hospital with her mom.  She was practicing wearing clothes, although she didn’t like them, and felt she was ready.

My senior year started like usual.  There were a lot more kids on the bus, we had a full sized bus now, full of high school students, all from the estate.  There were two pickups, one at the loading docks which were close to the commercial section of the estate, and one at the main gate where the main house and Cassville was.  On the way to school, I pondered the idea of naming my town like Cassie had.  She had told me that someone had put up the sign, and the name was immediately adopted.  It sure would be convenient.  I would try to think up a name.  Johnsonville wouldn’t work, it sounded like a sausage; maybe Susberg after my other sister?  That didn’t sound too bad.

My first period class was one of my electives.  I took Anthropology.  There were several hot girls in the class, all of which were mine already.  Vanna sat next to me.

Second period was History of American Literature.  Looking over the syllabus, they were covering books I had already read long ago, Scarlet Letter, Huckleberry Finn, etc.; so I checked out the girls in that class.  There were a few cute ones.  Two were mine and one wasn’t.  She was pretty, I would recruit her if I got a chance, but I wouldn’t go out of my way.

Third period I had Physics.  A class I thoroughly enjoyed.  There were a few hotties in there.  Again, only one that wasn’t mine already.  Like the girl in English class, she was pretty, but I would only recruit if had a plumb opportunity.

Fourth period was citizenship class.  It was a required class for all seniors, so it had the best selection of hotties.  Of the eight sex bombs in the class, four weren’t mine.  Three of the four were worth rectifying that.  I’d have to remember a box of chocolates for tomorrow.

At lunch I sat with a table full of kids from the estate.  A couple of freshmen next to me were discussing how different it was from the estate school.  I listened, but mostly they were disappointed because the classes were too easy.

After lunch was PE.  We had football.  Like usual, a lot of us had to restrict our physical output to hide our strength and speed.

Last period was Calculus, somehow Vanna was still next to me.  I had asked her once, how with her “father’s” training, that she was in all the advanced classes.  She had said that school was her escape.  He hadn’t cared as long as she didn’t get in trouble.  Vanna whispered to me that she had a “cousin” in the school, and that I might want to help her.

After class, I asked her what she meant.  She said that a girl she recognized as a fellow trainee with a different “father” had just started as a freshman.

“Shit.  Why are there so many of your ‘cousins’ in this small city?  You would think that they would be in New York or something.”

“I have thought long and hard about it.  I think it is easier to hide here since no one would expect it.”

“So how many of your ‘cousins’ are there around here?”

“I am not sure.  We were brought in as a batch of four.  Brooke said she was in a batch of six, and Drew doesn’t remember.”

“Well, take a few of your sister marines with you and investigate.  Find out if she was an illegal adoption to a nice family or in a situation like you.  If it is another ‘for sale’ type thing, buy her and any sisters she has – get the money from the house safe.  If the guy is a dirtbag like your ‘father’ was, offer him a TMJ chocolate, but no arm patch.  Worked great for your dad.”

“Yes it did.  I forgot to thank you for that.”  She gave me a hot kiss.

“Oh, and if you can, trace this to the source.  Selling children really makes me angry.”

“Me too, especially since I was one of them.”

The next day, in last period, Vanna said that she was going to follow Farrah home after school with the help of a couple of sister marines.  “Good.”

That evening, Vanna came in to my den where I was doing my homework.  “Master Tom, I need $600K... and a box of chocolates.”

Without a word, I went to the safe, handed her $600K, then handed her another $100K, “Offer this for his source.”

She nodded, gave me a quick kiss, and left.  Two hours later she was back with two pretty girls, Farrah who was 15, and Betty who was 12.  “Master Tom, here are my cousins.  Please take care of them.”

“Of course.  Please make sleeping arrangements for them.”  She nodded and left.  I turned to the two girls who were standing quietly.  “Get undressed and give me a blowjob.”  I sat on the couch as they quickly undressed and scurried over.  They were both very pretty.  They worked as a team, taking turns deep throating me and playing with my balls.  Soon they were taking turns slurping down my cum.  As they zoned out I began, “That was the most fun you have ever had.  You love your new master and his cock.  You love your new home and all your new sisters.  You know you will never be alone with all your sisters.  And to be near your new master, Tom, is more than you have ever dreamed of.  You ache to be around him.  You dream about Master and having his cock buried somewhere in your body.  You will masturbate several times a day thinking about making love to your Master.  Wake up now and go join your sisters for dinner.”

As they scampered off out the door, Vanna came in.  I hugged her and gave her a long wet kiss.  “I am proud of you.”

She suddenly went weak in the knees.  “Thank you, Master.”

“Any luck getting the source?”

“Yes.  I was just discussing that with Trisha and Wendy.  I don’t think money will do more than get whatever kids are in the queue.  We need to find all of them around the city and also follow this back to the source.  We feel it is time for a black op or two.”

“Fine with me.  They are the experts.  I want to go, but I know that Trisha would never let me.  They are your cousins, go rescue them.”

She saluted, “Yes, sir.”  She turned and left.

An hour later she was back with a computer, and six six-year-olds.  We sent the kids to the nursery, and sat down with the computer.  The idiots didn’t even have anything encrypted!  Every sale was listed, as was the six kids in inventory.  The bastards were using standard bookkeeping software for human trafficking.  There was even a list of sources, mostly overseas.  Of the six kids, four were rated “Prime”, meaning that they were cute and went for $50K apiece.  Two were “Average”, meaning that they were average looking.  Looking through the sales, the average ones were sold for illegal adoption.  The Prime ones were sold as sex slaves.

That night, Vanna was very busy.  She went through the database, getting the names and addresses of all her “cousins” who were sex slaves.  Then she deleted the ones who were under 16 (when they were typically resold to brothels) and also deleted all the “Average” types.  Illegal adoption wasn’t a concern to us.  All that were left were the ones that had been sold on, which surprisingly were in the database, those who had died, and all the sources.  She copied it to CD and had Trisha use one of her contacts to anonymously mail it to the FBI.

The next night, she spent another eight million dollars, and passed out 17 boxes of chocolates.  She brought home 31 kids ranging from six to sixteen.  She insisted that I claim all of them.  If they were ten or older, I did.  As I had said before, they had been raised as sex slaves and knew nothing else.  I really didn’t want all these kids, but I was getting tremendous pressure from Vanna, Trisha, and even Wendy.

The next morning Vanna had added them all to the morning rotation.  That brought each of their time down to once a month.

The news was full of reports a few days later.  The local story was the rash of people found in their houses, dead.  The national news was about the bust of an international people smuggling ring.  The FBI actually uncovered a baby farm, similar to a puppy farm, where women lived in little rooms and gave birth to one baby after another.  They had no choice and usually died within ten years.  It wasn’t pretty.

Chapter 47

We still had an income of about $45K a day, but an outlay of around $55K a day, not including large expenses like plane fuel.  My accountants were loving keeping track with the micro economy on the estate.  One commented he hadn’t done anything as interesting in accounting for sixty years. 

Since things like salaries were spent right on the estate, they cancelled out.  Also cancelling out was the farm production.  Our expenses were household items like electronics, city sewer, maintenance supplies (we had all the supplies in storage, but only for emergencies), and luxury items.  Internet bandwidth and phone were by themselves $1000/day.

We were selling electricity at about $7500/day and had a small income from the $10K/day for the mansion rental and the gymnast training fees.  We were also getting the percentage from the bank loans.  That was about it.

When Helen and Jenny came to me with an idea, I loved it.  We were charging for the high security mansions.  Why not charge for high security, state of the art, hospital care?  After all, we had five floors sitting empty in the hospital.  The bottom three were for the executive personnel (me and the President), the next floor was the kitchens and laundry, the next five were empty, the next four were pediatrics and maternity, and the last two on the top were the ER.

We needed to hire a few more doctors, Jenny and Helen were good, but they were wearing several hats.  We needed a surgeon or two, at least one more general practitioner, and about 20 more nurses.  Just to start.  Both Jenny and Helen knew we were approaching the maximum production limits on TMJ, so we couldn’t do full recruitment; at least for the nurses, although I wanted to for the doctors.  I told Jenny and Helen to begin searching for doctors who needed TMJ, preferably for female and pretty doctors, but any doctors.  Also for nurses, especially if they were as good as Candy.

They had a list two weeks later.  For the doctors, there was only one that fit the pretty female category, and she was actually a military surgeon who, like many of the guards, had been discharged due to illness.  She was an automatic stamp of approval.  There was another surgeon, Dr. Frank White, MD, who was also terminally ill.  He had been still consulting and teaching up to a few weeks before when it became too difficult.  Like Jenny, he had worked as both a surgeon and general practitioner.

Apparently terminally ill nurses were a dime a dozen.  We had our choice of the cream of the crop.  The two of them had picked 20 nurses who were drop dead gorgeous, and had perfect résumés. 

I loved going recruiting, and so on fall break, Friday evening, I hopped in the jet along with Candy, Wendy, three more of my marines, plus the pilots, and we left for Bethesda, where Dr. Olivia Yates lived in the NNMC.  Candy and I were in normal clothes, but my girls all wore their fatigues with the tree patch.

We arrived and parked in our reserved hanger.  Waiting for us was the omnipresent black SUV.  It was still fairly early, only seven o’clock, so we headed for the Medical Center.  Apparently my presidential security clearance was still in place, because when the gate guard punched me up on his computer, he snapped to attention so fast I thought he would pull a ligament.  We got assigned a guide, even though my ladies were intimately familiar with the place. 

I left the troops except for Wendy and Candy in the SUV and headed inside.  Dr. Yates was in the tower.  We went to her room.  She was on the bed hooked to several machines, she was in very rough shape.  We waited until the attending nurse left.  I approached the bed.  “Dr. Yates?”

She opened her eyes and peered at me.  “Yes, young man?”

“My name is Tom Johnson, and I am here to make you a job offer.”

She actually began to giggle.  “What do you want me to do?  Jump in a volcano to appease the orange cola gods?”

I liked her immediately.  “Sorry, no.  That didn’t work too well for Joe, I understand.” 

She grinned again, then got serious.  “As you may have noticed, I am not in the best of shape.  What do you have in mind?”

“This is Top Secret, Presidential clearance level, do you understand?”

She got a really curious expression, and said, “I understand.”

“We would like you to work at a private hospital, and in exchange, we will cure you.”

“Really?  How are you going to cure me?  We don’t even know what I have.”

“We have a drug that will cure anything.  It’s called TMJ.  That is what is Top Secret.”

She gave me a speculative look.  “If we weren’t in a hospital that requires security clearance just to get into, I would say you are crazy.”

“Tell you what, with me is Staff Sergeant Wendy Zimmerman, Retired, she was in a similar situation.  Also with me is the head nurse Candice Smith of Johnson Hospital.  You can talk to them if you would like.  They are both alive because of TMJ.”

“Yes I would like to talk to them.”

I waved them over and stood back.  The three of them talked for almost an hour.  Mostly about things completely unrelated.  Who can figure some people’s logic?

She looked over at me, “I will take your offer.”

I pulled out three tablets, put them in her hand, and quipped, “Take these and call me in the morning.”

She did a laughing harrumph and took the pills.  I said, “We will leave you now and come back in the morning.”

The six of us, Candy, the four marines, one of the pilots, and I got a room at the Best Western outside the gates.  Since the pilot, Barb, had to get back and relieve the other Pilot, Tanya, I ravished her first.  As she laid there drooling with a cream pie and a dazed look, I bent each of the others over the bed and took them, giving each a load deep in her tight pussy.  I pulled them over to me on the bed and fell asleep in a pile of beautiful women.

After the other pilot gave me a nice wakeup blowjob, we headed back to the hospital.  Dr. Yates was standing at the Window, looking out.  “It’s a changed world, isn’t it?” she asked as we came in the door without turning around.

“Yes it is Dr. Yates.  Uncle Shawn would say so too.”  I referred to her Seabiscuit quote.

She turned around.  “According to umpteen million tests and scans this morning, my illness is gone.  Something thousands of doctors and the best science available couldn’t even diagnose, much less cure, and you took care of it overnight.  Just who are you, kid?”

“I’d lay off the kid part, Dr. Yates.  One of the side effects is that you will look like a teenager in a few months as well.”

“Cool.  That is like... hoppin’!”

I grinned, “There is one negative side effect, and quite a few positive ones.”

“Bad news first.”

I handed her a patch in its wrapper.  “You need to wear one of these monthly patches for the rest of your life.”

She tore it open and put it on her arm.  “That isn’t so bad.  What’s the good news?”

“That life will probably be centuries.  TMJ gives you the optimal body.  That is your late teens.  It maintains it.  Also you get four times the strength, almost unlimited endurance, and immunity to everything.”

“Holy shit!  I can see why it is Top Secret!  Why me?”

“Because I give preference to vets.  And our head doctor recommended you based on your résumé.”

“How did she get my résumé?  I have never written one.  No.  Don’t answer.  Anyway, what is the schedule now?”

“You can either come with us now, or fly out later this week.  Depends on how long it takes to make arrangements.”

“I am a military doctor.  I can be wheels up in under an hour.  However, if you can give me a few hours to see my family and tell them I am in remission, that would be great.”

“Tell you what.  I’ll play tourist today, and we can take off in the morning.  Also, for reference, we provide large fancy apartments for any family you have, and there is an apartment in the hospital for you.  There even may be a house left, I would have to check.”

“No, I left my failure of a husband years ago.  My children are married with kids of their own.  That won’t be necessary.”

“Since the hospital is part of a walled community, it is standard to bring in your family.  If any of your kids or grandkids needs a new place or job, and aren’t a major security risk, the offer is open.  The other big perk is that you get a signing bonus of whatever you need to pay off your debts.  Let us know that when you get there and you are settled.”  I handed her my card with my cell number on it.  “Give a shout when you are ready to go.  Wheels up at 0900 tomorrow.”

“Thank you.  I will see you tomorrow morning.”

I gave a half salute.  “Later.”

We must have looked strange wandering about the capital, visiting the Lincoln Memorial and the Washington Monument.  A little parade with Myself, Candy, Wendy, the three troops, and one of the pilots.  While they were watching out, they were playing tourist as well, all except one of the marines, Maddie, who was from D.C. and was jaded.  It was an interesting afternoon.

At about four, I asked Maddie, “These are your old stomping grounds, why don’t you show me where you used to live?”

She turned red and said, “If you really want to, Master, but I am a little embarrassed.  I joined the Marines to get away from there.”

“Your parents can’t be that bad.  You came from there.”

“Thank you, Master.  But my parents are dead.  I was embarrassed at what I used to be myself.”

“You know better than that.  We are your family.  We don’t judge you by what you have done in the past.  But like all family, we want to know.”  I gestured at Candy, Wendy and her other two fellow Marines.  The pilot had returned to the plane.

“I will take you there.  It has been many years since I was there.”  She took the wheel and drove us.  We were all super curious by now.  She drove us deeper and deeper into the back streets.  We arrived at a block that was extremely well lit up with neon.  The big sign said, “Jerry’s”.  We parked and followed Maddie over to the place.  She led the four of us around to one side.  Standing there smoking cigarettes were three pretty women.  Not as pretty as my girls, but close.  One of them, about 30 years old with green tinted hair, saw us, shrieked, and yelled, “Mads!  Is that you?”  She came rushing over.  I was surprised she could move so fast on the high heeled things she was wearing.

Maddie smiled and said, “Hi, Queenie.”  They threw themselves in each other’s arms, crying and sobbing.  The other two women wandered over, and so did the side door bouncer who had been eying our approach.  As Queenie let go of Maddie, Maddie looked up at him and said, “Hello, Ronnie.  See you are still watching the back door.”

He smiled, “It’s a job.  Long time no see, Mads.”  He nodded at the rest of us.  “Who’re your friends?”

Maddie pointed out each of us, “These are my sisters, Wendy, Harriet, Lin Su, and Candy.  This is our Boss, Tom.”  She turned and said, “These are Ronnie and Queenie, two old friends.  Queenie, who are the new girls?”

Queenie answered, “Gertie and Penny.  They aren’t so new either.  It has been almost ten years, Mads.”  Then she brighted up again.  “Look at you, some kind of soldier!  You really did it.  Wow!”  She grabbed Maddie’s hand and pulled her towards the door.  “You have to come see the girls.  Val, Beenie, and Caitlin still are working, and I have a surprise for you.”

Ronnie, the bouncer guy, just smiled and let us in.  We entered a hallway, then she led us through a door on the right.  We were in a dressing room full of nearly naked women.  Maddie froze then was the one who shrieked this time, “Kit!”  A beautiful woman about 25, wearing only a pair of earrings, ran over.  The two of them were instantly hugging and crying.  This time they kept it up for several minutes.  Maddie exclaimed, “I have been searching for you for twelve years!  Where the hell were you?”

“I had to move to California with my foster family.  When I turned sixteen, I left them and came back here looking for you, but you were already gone, and no one knew where you were.  The girls here took me in.  I have been living in your old apartment for the last nine years.”

Maddie turned to me, “Master Tom, this is my little sister, Kitty.  Kitty, this is some of my family, Tom, Candy, Wendy, Harriet, and Lin Su.”  We each gave her a hug.  Very nice.  I was seriously thinking of recruiting her and maybe one of two of the others.

Kitty said, “I have to go on stage now, but afterwards we’ll get together.  Why don’t you come out and watch the show?”

Maddie said, “Sure.  And save Tom here a few VIP lap dances.  You won’t regret it.”

Kitty smiled and gave me another hug, rubbing against the large bulge in my pants.  “You bet I will.”

We headed out and down the hallway.  I asked Maddie, “Why are you so embarrassed about working here?  Doesn’t seem all that bad to me.”

“It doesn’t to me right now either.  I seem to be remembering it worse than it was.  Not a great job, but nothing to be embarrassed about either.”  She stopped and looked at me.  “Master, I hope you are planning on recruiting Kitty.  I want her with us.”

“I was seriously thinking about it, if you want it, I will gladly recruit her, and anyone else that you want.  You seem close to Queenie...”

“Really?” she squealed.  “Thank you, Master.  I love you so much.”  She gave me a big hug.  “Please recruit Kitty, and I will ask Queenie if she is interested.”

“Any ideas on how to recruit Kitty?”

“Just tip her very well during the private lap dance, and she will recruit herself.”

“Okay.”  When we got up front, my crew found a table next to the stage.  I went over, used the bathroom, and got $2000 out of the cash machine.  No daily limit when you own the bank!

I went and sat down.  Candy, Wendy, Harriet and Lin Su, between having to fend off all the guys asking for lap dances, were looking all over in curiosity.  Queenie came over and sat in my lap, rubbing her fine ass all over my pant bulge.  She said to Maddie, “Kit will be out in a minute.  Her stage name is Kitten.  Not much of a change, but she is the best dancer here since you left.”

I commented, “Maddie, you are going to have to show me your dancing sometime.”

“Of course, Sir.”

As I stroked Queenie’s leg, she and Maddie caught up.  The DJ came on and said, “Put it together for Kitten, our headline dancer!”  Kit slowly came out from behind the curtain in a G.I. outfit, cap pistols and all.  Maddie exclaimed, “That’s my old act!”  Kit was very popular.  I left several $20’s on the stage and she concentrated her act on us.  All the other shmoes were tipping a $1 or $5, so I kept dropping $20 after $20.  I already was feeling protective of her, even though I knew she had been doing this a long time.

As Kit picked up her piles of cash, Maddie asked Queenie, “Would you be interested in relocating?  I will back you on opening that Beauty Parlor you always wanted.”

I felt Queenie stiffen.  “Girl, are you serious?”

“Yes I am.  Tom here owns a mall, and it needs a Beauty Parlor.  We will back you all startup expenses plus free rent.”

“You bet I am interested!  Shit, I gave up on that dream years ago.”

“Then only one more question, do you want to have your own place, or would you like to live with Tom, me, and the rest of my sisters?”

“I can’t stand to be alone for long.  I will gladly join you.  Is he the only guy who lives with you?”  She wiggled her ass on my hard-on.  “He obviously isn’t gay...”  I squeezed her beautiful thigh.

“Go with Kit and take Tom for a full VIP treatment.  It will show you why we are gladly living with him.”

“Is Kit moving too?”

“Yes, but she doesn’t know it yet.”

“I see.  Well, one last VIP dance won’t hurt.”

“I think you will find it to be the best dance of your life.”

Queenie gave her the raised eyebrow.

She slithered off my lap, took my hand and led me toward the back.  Kit was starting to come out; Queenie grabbed her as she led me to the room across from the dressing room.  Inside was a deep plush couch.  She sat me on the couch.  She sat herself down on one side, and Kit sat on the other.  Both of them pulled off their tops, then leaned over and pulled off mine.  They started kissing and licking my shoulders and upper chest as they ran their hands up and down my chest.  Kit commented, “Hmmm, nice and muscled.”

As the next song started they pulled down my pants and undies.  Queenie commented, “Nice one,” as they began to dance.  Queenie rubbed her g-stringed ass all over my hard cock, and it got harder.  Kit seemed fascinated as she wrapped her hand around my cock and slowly stroked it as Queenie continued to rub.

The two of them suddenly licked from the base to the tip of my cock.  One on each side.  All three of us gasped.  Me from pleasure, and the two of them as they got a taste of pre-cum.  They fell to it with a gusto.  I could have held out for a while, but decided to let go.  I filled their eager mouths with cum.

They zoned out.  I gave my spiel.  “You love this cock before you and you love Tom, the man before you.  You know that all of your life has been in preparation to serve Master Tom and his wonderful dick.  You love him more than life itself.  Your pussy aches for him.  You want to be with him forever.  You will gladly live with your sister cum slaves just so you can be near Master Tom.  You love your sister cum slaves almost as much as Master Tom.  They are your best friends.  Except to visit family for short periods, you cannot be away from your sisters or Tom for very long.  You are happy whenever you are with them.  You cannot disobey anything he says.  You want to do anything he says.  Now tell me, who do you love more than life itself?”

“Master Tom!”

“Good answer!  Now wake up, lick me clean, and cuddle with me.” 

The two of them blinked, then smiled.  Queenie said, “Maddie was right, I do understand why she lives with you.  You and your cock are the most wonderful I have ever seen.”

Kit said, “Hmmm, hell yeah!”  They both quickly licked me clean then each of them climbed up on a leg, rubbing against me.  I cupped a butt-cheek in each hand and gave them a squeeze.  They were dripping pussy juice all over my legs.  As much as I wanted to fuck both of them, I put them down and said, “Now girls, you need to go home and pack.  Do either of you have any family you need to take with you – husband or kids?”

They both murmured, “No,” as they cuddled down on my chest.

“Where do you live?”

They both answered, “Upstairs.”

“Anything large that you need to take with you?”

Kit said no while Queenie said, “Yes.”

“What is it, Queenie?”

“I have my grandmother’s trunk.”

“Anything else?”

“No.”

“Then change and get your cute butts upstairs to pack.  We will take everything, including the trunk, with us.  After you pack and we have your stuff in the SUV, you can quit your jobs here and say goodbye.”

“Yes, Master Tom.”  The both reluctantly got up, but then eagerly took off. 

I went back up front.  “Maddie, the two of them went upstairs to pack.  Why don’t you grab a sister and go help them load up the SUV.”

“Yes, Sir!”  With a big smile, she grabbed Harriet and they took off in back.  I settled back to watch the current dancer with Candy, Wendy and Lin Su.  Half an hour later, Maddie came back in and told me that they were packed and saying their goodbyes.  We got up and headed in back where they were all crying and carrying on.  I watched for a minute.  The owner, Bobby Joe, and the bouncer were also there, hugging the girls.  They obviously cared and treated them well.  I nudged Wendy and asked for the checkbook.  I wrote out two checks and went over to the owner.  I handed him the first check.  “This is for taking care of Maddie’s little sister.”  He took one look and goggled.  I handed the other to the bouncer, Ronnie.  “This is for taking care of the ladies.”  He also goggled.  I looked at the girls, “Ladies, if you ever need a job, I am sure Queenie will hire you in her new Beauty Salon.”

I stood back and let them go at it for a while, but the girls had to get back to work, and so it finally broke up.  We hopped in the car and headed back to the hotel.  Queenie commented, “Why haven’t I had a craving for a heater?  It has been several hours.”

I let Candy explain things to Queenie and Kit as we got out and headed to the room.  When we got inside they all stripped, Queenie and Kit eagerly following the lead of the others.  We all stank of cigarette smoke, so we took turns climbing into the shower in pairs.  I ended up with Kit, who eagerly took the washcloth and cleaned me, giving a nice kiss to my hard cock.  I returned the favor, then backed her against the wall and slid into her dripping pussy.  Surprisingly, I took her cherry doing so.  As I stroked in and out of that tight wonderful pussy, she exclaimed, “Oh, Master, I love you so much!”  Then she came, and came hard, collapsing.  I had to catch her before she hit the soap dish.  Then I filled her now non-virgin pussy with man cream.  I picked her up and carried her out of the shower to the bed.  The room air on her wet skin woke her up as I put her down.  “Oh, Master, that was wonderful!  I love you so much!” she repeated.

I turned to Queenie, who had come over to see how Kit was.  I said, “Now it is your turn!”  I grabbed her, laid her back on the bed with her knees up, and slid home.  She wasn’t a virgin, but she was close.  I respected Jerry’s more and more.  The girls gave an occasional BJ, but that was it.  I was glad I gave that check for $100K to the owner.  Queenie turned out to be multi-orgasmic.  She started having mini-orgasms with each thrust.  When I came, filling her up with warm juice, she had a massive orgasm, wrapping herself tightly around me and gasping as she passed out.

I took care of the rest of my hotties, then relaxed on the bed with Candy and Wendy snuggling on my chest and Kit playing with my cock.  It was Saturday night so there wasn’t much on TV, so I watched a PPV of the latest Harry Potter movie.

The next morning, Sunday, we all headed back to the plane.  Dr. Yates had called and we told her which hanger to meet us in.  We loaded Queenie’s trunk and her, Kit’s and Dr. Yates’ bags.  The pilots did a final walk around, then we buttoned up and took off.  Since our next stop was all the way across the country, we stopped at home first to drop off Dr. Yates, Queenie, and Kit.  Maddie stayed to get reacquainted with Kit, and we picked up Erin, another redhead like Wendy.  Erin usually worked in the control center, I was a little surprised that she was on this detail.  Maybe she needed an escape from her two year old.

Chapter 48

This time we headed west to Boise.  It was still eleven in the morning with the time change, so I hoped to be out of here by this evening.  This city appeared to be as dead as Fargo was for night life, especially on Sunday evening.

We hopped in the white minivan.  Wendy said that there weren’t any SUVs available, that there was some sort of convention going on and they were all rented.  I laughed, “Wendy, think about it.  What is better security wise for camouflage, the black SUV or a minivan?”

“Good point.”

Dr. Frank White lived in a starter mansion in the “North End” (although it was actually the east side of the city), near the rehabilitation center where he had worked.  We pulled into the driveway and got out.  Harriet and Lin Su disappeared, probably scouting the perimeter, and the rest of us knocked on the door.

A large woman in a nurse’s outfit answered the door.  “May I help you?”

“Hello, we are looking for Dr. White.”

“He is indisposed.  May I pass him a message?”

“Could you please tell him that I come with a job offer.”

She gave me the eye.  “You realize that he is terminally ill.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

“Please wait.”  She headed back into a room off the main hall.  A minute later she was back.  “One of you may come in to talk to the Doctor.”

Wendy looked upset.  I asked, “If she waits outside the room, can Wendy here also come in?”

“I suppose.”

Wendy and I followed her to the room she had gone into before.  She looked at Wendy and said, “Wait here.”  I followed her in. 

Dr. White was a tall emaciated black man.  He smiled as I entered.  “I don’t get too many visitors besides the occasional student these days.”

“Hello, my name is Tom Johnson.  I represent the Johnson Hospital.  To come straight to the point, we would like to make you a job offer.”

“You do know that I have terminal Hepatitis and only have a month or so left to live.”

“Yes, sir.  I know.”  I glanced at the nurse.  “If we could speak alone for a minute...”

He looked up at the nurse, “Sadie, could you give us a moment, please?”

“Sir, are you sure that is a good idea?”

“Yes, Sadie.  What is he going to do?”  As she harrumphed and left, he rolled his eyes.  “Now what?”

“This will sound crazy, but please hear me out.”

“I will listen.”

“We will return you to full health as part of your job.”

“Okay, I don’t believe you, but I am still listening.”

“Johnson Hospital is in a walled community.  The community was founded to support the families of volunteers who used a drug called TMJ.  It is a system booster, and will heal any injury; everything from radiation sickness, toxic poisoning, organ damage, CNS damage, and all illnesses.”

“That is quite the claim.  Why isn’t it on the market?”

“Two reasons.  One, the one side effect is that it requires a support bio-chemical once it has been introduced; which is difficult and expensive to manufacture.  Two, we are under government order not to release it.  In fact, I am breaking the law just telling you about it, but I am hoping that you will come and work for us so it won’t matter.”

“You mentioned full health.  What does that entail?”

“You will be perfectly healthy, more so than at any point in your life.  Rebuild a little muscle mass, and you will be able to run a marathon.”

“I am thinking about parental custody.  I have two daughters, but I was unable to take care of them because of my illness.  They are now living with my aunt, who is really too old for a pair of teenagers.”

“We will provide an apartment at the hospital, I believe they are three bedroom apartments, and you will be easily able to take care of any kids you may have.  There is a K-8 grade school on the grounds, and the high school is nearby.  Like I said, it is high security, so your girls could wander safely.  There is a mall, farm with stables, theater, and church also on the grounds.”

“Catholic?”

“Catholic, Lutheran, and Jewish.  Whichever you prefer.”

“How long does this ‘cure’ take?”

“If I give it to you now, you will be 80% cured in a few hours, 100% cured by morning, not accounting for muscle mass, of course.”

“Of course.  I understand that, I worked in a rehab center.  One final question, if I don’t take this support chemical, what happens?”

“It is in the form of a monthly patch.  If you remove it, you will be fine for two days, then lapse into a coma.”

“I’ll take you up on your offer then.  I have nothing to lose.  It will take me several days to get my girls back and to move, though.”

I handed him a pack of three TMJ pills and two sealed patches.  “Take the pills now and put on one of the patches.”  He did so.  “I will check in on you in a few hours.  Then you can move at your leisure in the next week or two.”

The girls and I went and got some dinner at a Denny’s.  I noticed that the girls in Boise were prettier on average.  I wondered a bit about that.  A few of them tempted me, but after recruiting Queenie and Kit, I was able to resist.

We returned to Dr. White’s house.  He was all energy, running around doing things.  He answered the door.  “Hey, Tom!  This stuff really works!”

“Sure does.  You can discuss the medical stuff and your position with Candice here, she is the head RN, TL at the hospital.  I am happy that you are up and around.  After Candice answers your questions, we will leave you to get organized.  The hospital will reimburse you for all moving expenses.”

I left Candy there and went outside and sat on the porch bench.  About an hour later she and Dr. White came out.  “Well, Tom, I am impressed.  I need to get my girls and put this house on the market, and then I will be driving out.”  He shook my hand.  We took our leave and headed back to the airport.

Wendy and the other marines looked unhappy.  I asked them what was wrong.  “We are disappointed that we aren’t staying the night.  It is really fun to stay the night with you on these trips.”

“Yeah, it is.  But I don’t want to stay in Boise.  Nothing to do here.  Call the pilots and ask how difficult it would be to change our flight plan for a trip to Vegas.”

She whipped out her cell and hit speed dial.  Fifteen seconds later she said, “Vegas flight plan filed.”  Then she called the estate security.  She mentioned that we were taking a side trip to Vegas.  I could hear the girl on the other end, “You are so lucky.”  The security office at the estate called the Empress Casino (Sam Farnsworth had mentioned it at one point) and set us up for the night.

We flew down to Vegas.  A limo from the hotel met us as we parked in our hangar.  I guess they knew who I was.  The marines pulled out super sexy dresses from their flight bags, they even had an extra for Candy.  I watched them change, very hot.  I also couldn’t believe how much hardware they were able to carry under those dresses.  Each one of them had a small handgun on one thigh, a Rambo knife on the other, and two small ones that fit on the edges of the brassiere.  Otherwise it looked like I had six Victoria Secret models with me.  The pilots had pulled straws, and the loser had to stay and guard the plane.

As we got out of the limo, a very polished looking man rushed over followed by a whole entourage.  “Mr. Johnson!  Welcome to the Empress Casino.  We have our best suite waiting.  This is Clio, she will take care of your every need.”  He waved forward a pretty brunette in a Romanesque dress and a Cleopatra haircut.  She was almost as pretty as my girls.  He grabbed my hand and shook it, “Have a great time at the Empress!”  Then he bustled off.

I looked at Clio and asked, “Could you show us our suite, please?”

“Of course, Sir.”  She headed towards a bank of elevators.  She had a very sexy walk.

I said, “Call me Tom.  Is Clio your real name?”

She smiled and said, “Tom, my real name is Emma.”

We got on the elevator and she pressed the top button.  “So, Emma, how long after my people called did the hotel figure out I was a potential whale?”

She flashed another smile.  “The computer told us when we entered your reservation.”  She hesitated a second, “Are you really the sole heir of Sam Farnsworth?”

“Yes, he was a good friend.”

“Horrible what happened to both him and his fiancé.”

“Yes.  It was.  Did you know Sam?”

“Yes.  Pam was my sister.”

“Oh, I am sorry.  She was a very nice and very smart lady.  I’m glad the bastard who did it got what he deserved.”

She looked startled, “You know who killed Pam?”  She led us to a door across from the elevator.

“Well, yes.  It was a contract put out by Sam’s son, Robert.  Trisha, my head of security, arranged for his painful demise in prison.”  I was surprised.  I had thought it was general knowledge.

She opened the room door and rushed in.  Then she started bawling.  I collected her into my arms.  My girls quickly fanned out and checked the room while I comforted Emma.  She sobbed out, “I am s-sorry about t-this, but there are s-security c-cameras in the hallway.”

“Are you kidding?  Beautiful women can hug me all they want.”  I grinned.  “Besides, you just got some very emotional news, I understand.”  I patted her back.

She gave me a feeble smile back.

I asked her, “Are you taking care of only me, or do you have other whales to take care of?”

“Just you.  I usually work in the front office, but the computer cross-referenced you and me, via Sam, so I got some quick training and was assigned to be your hotel assistant.”

“Then you, Wendy here, and I will have to have a drink.  She also knew your sister.”

Emma turned and hugged Wendy.  She looked up, “I need to go tell my parents.”

“Don’t worry.  If anyone asks, I sent you on an errand.  We’ll hang out here for an hour or two until you get back, then we’ll go downstairs and blow a lot of money in the casino with you there so you look good.”

She smiled.  “Thanks.”  Then she practically ran out the door.  We had fun ordering room service.  We all tried, but decided that we didn’t like caviar.  Some of the hor’devours were good though.  An hour later she was back.  “Thank you,” she said as we let her in the room.

I asked, “So, what’s your cut on what we blow downstairs?”

“I don’t get a cut, but I may get a bonus.”

“What if I try to steal you from the casino?  Is that frowned upon?”

She smiled, “Not unless you are another casino.  Why, you interested?  I’m more of an office manager than anything.”

“Good, we need one of those.  Maybe I will later.  Now I want to go blow some money.  Are there any good poker games with say, a $30K minimum?”

“We could set one up.  Or there are house games like Blackjack or Roulette that we could set a minimum on.”

“Why don’t you call down and set up a Blackjack table with a $10K minimum.  We’ll head down in a few minutes.”  She got on the phone.  A minute later we left and headed down to the casino.  I was a little surprised they were letting me gamble since I wouldn’t be 18 for another eight months, and also that they were letting my girls into the casino with guns, but being a whale has its advantages.  Emma led us to a table that had a nice view overlooking the indoor theme park.  I wrote a check for $500K and sent Lin Su and Emma to go get some chips.  They were back quickly with a rack with 50 $10K chips.

I gestured Emma to one side and Wendy to the other while the rest of my girls gathered about me.  Before I even began to play, there was a crowd.  A group of girls that looked like supermodels gathered around a table will do that.

I rapidly lost $150K.  Then I made $200K.  I bounced up and down $100K for about an hour.  I was down $100K when the dealer and shoe were changed.  I rapidly lost another $100K.  That wasn’t any fun.  I commented loud enough for the dealer and security to hear, “Clio, I’ll come back later.  This isn’t fun anymore.”

So Emma would have it good, I rapidly blew until I was $400K down.  It took a little while, I even made a little back at Roulette.  Finally, I put $70K on black zero, and lost it.  Total, $470K.  I gave a chip to Emma, one to the spinner, and one to my original dealer whom I saw dealing another table.

I headed upstairs with all my girls behind me.  Including Emma.  I had enjoyed Kit in the shower the night before, so I asked Emma, “Would you care to join me?” as I was heading to the shower.  She put her hand in mine and followed. 

She had the prettiest clit I have ever seen.  I lapped her through several orgasms, then she sucked me off.  As she zoned out I said, “Emma, you find that you love Tom so much it makes you feel bad to be away from him.  He is wonderful, like a Greek god.  You love everything about him, especially his wonderful cock.  You really like being with him and with his girls.  You are happy to be one of his girls, your new BFFs.  You know you need to move and go live with them, just to be near Tom and them.  You will masturbate at least twice a day dreaming about Tom and his wonderful cock.  You will quit as soon as you can without getting in trouble, then go live with Tom and his girls on his estate. Wake up.”

I filled each of my girls, including Emma, with a cream pie.  As I was relaxing, I gave each girl a check for $10K and told them to go have fun.  They all went, leaving their guns in the room.  I never did find out if they won or lost money.

As we were leaving, the boss came out to see us off.  I timed it so he heard me say to Emma while shaking her hand, “Thank you.  That was the best concierge service I have ever had.”  I looked up and “saw” the boss.  I shook his hand.  “That was fun.  I’ll be back.”

He smiled.  I knew that he knew how much I had lost last night.  “Too bad you can’t stay longer.  Come back to the Empress any time, Mr. Johnson.”

I climbed into the limo with my girls, and we headed for the airport.  I commented to my girls, “You ladies need to wear dresses like that more often when we travel.”

Wendy smiled, “They are a little something that Grandma May made up.  Nice, aren’t they?”

“Yes they are, not quite as nice as when you wear your birthday dress, of course, but almost as nice.  You had every guy in that casino drooling, including me.”  I had a brainstorm.  “Do you think that she could sell to more than just you ladies?  That might be a source of income.  I’ll have to mention it when we get back.”

After we landed back home, I headed over to the hospital to check on Dr. Yates.  She was in the main café scarfing down a big bowl of chili.  She saw me come in.  “Mmmm, Tom!  Come sit with me!  Mmmm, this is so good.”  She scarfed another spoonful.

“So how’re things here at the hospital?  You fitting in okay?”

“No problem.  Everything here is so militarily structured I fit right in.  I haven’t had to do any surgeries yet, but everything is so state of the art that I don’t foresee any problems.”

“Any personality issues?”

“No.  Frankly I am very impressed with Dr. Franks.  She is possibly the best doctor I have ever worked with.  She is everywhere and does everything.”

“Yeah, I know.  That is why we insisted that she find more people like you to help.  She used to run this place by herself with a couple of EMT marines.”

“You’re kidding!  That is ridiculous.  The three of us plus Dr. White when he gets here will cover the base er... compound, but if we are going to take consignment patients like the Mayo Clinic does, then we still need at least five more doctors to have this whole place running.  And while we are supplemented by EMTs, we need nurses.”

“Supposedly there are 30 full RNs that we are recruiting.  I don’t know the status of that though.”

“Good.”  She went back to her chili.

I took that as a dismissal, and went to check the building blueprints.  I was curious.  Trisha had designed in the nice three bedroom apartments for each of the doctor’s offices on the 12^th floor, ten in all; overlooking the atrium where the VIP pool was.  I wondered what she had done for the nurses.

I pulled up the blueprints on Jenny’s computer, there was a nurses’ dormitory where they each had a studio apartment, up to 20 nurses, then there was a common area with private rooms and common bathrooms for an additional 20.  I headed over to see them, they were on the floor above the doctor’s apartments.  They were on the top of the atrium, all the floors above were full sized.  Maybe we had a little less space than I had thought.  I had thought we had five unused floors, but we actually had only three.  According to the door labels, Candy had one of the apartments.  The rest were all empty.

I went to find Jenny.  She was up in ER taking care of another broken arm from a kid who fell off a horse.  I asked her, “What’s the word with the nursing hires?”

“Oh, hi Tom.  We really aren’t anywhere yet.  We have been so busy.  It is a chicken and the egg problem.  We are too busy to hire new nurses, but more nurses would make us less busy.”

“I still have six days of break left, should I go recruiting for nurses?”

“That sure would help.  Although, could you leave Candy here?  I am sure she is good for the recruiting, but she is needed here, at least until we get more nurses.”  She finished up with the kid and sent him on his way.

“Sure.  I’ll go pull the recruit list from the computer.  Any specific order?”

“Not really, until they are all here, we can easily wear multiple hats.”

“Okay, I’ll leave in the morning.  Now, com’mear.”  I pulled her to me and kissed her long and hard.  A minute later I had her on the edge of the patient couch with my hard cock buried ten inches deep in her hot pussy.  I rammed home at an angle so I rubbed my cock along her hard clit.  Soon she clutched me hard and came, quivering.  I spewed into her hot oven, dumping a huge load.  She sobbed into my chest as she clutched me, “I love you so much!”  I just stood there holding her until she recovered.  A few minutes later she sat up and I pulled back with a loud “shlorp” sound as my cock slid out of her.  For some reason we both started giggling.  We were both still snorking as we got dressed again and she continued on her rounds.

Wendy was smiling as I left the room.  “I love it when you take care of a sister,” she said to my lifted eyebrow.  “It is almost as good as when you take care of me.”

I pulled her to me and planted a big kiss.  Then I said, “We are going recruiting for nurses tomorrow morning.  I need to go check the computer to find out where though.”  She nodded.  “Sorry, no trips to Vegas this time unless a recruit lives there.  We only have five days to get as many done as possible.”

She called it in while we headed for Jenny’s office again.  I called up the list of potential recruits, sorted it by location, then printed them out.  “Looks like the first stop is Miami.”  She called that in too.

Chapter 49

We took off at seven a.m.  It seemed that Val, Patty, and Gabby won the coin toss, they were there and all excited about going.  Of course Wendy and the pilots, Beth and Maria, were there too.

Our first recruit was Kristin Sucheck, the former head nurse from Miami Dade general.  She lived in Hollywood with her sister, just north of Miami.  There was a note that her sister Kathy would be a good recruit as well, but that she didn’t need TMJ as that she hadn’t gotten stuck with a combination HIV and Hepatitis needle years ago as had our potential recruit.

We did the usual perimeter with Val and Gabby.   Patty waited while Wendy and I knocked.  A pretty woman who perfectly matched the photo on the file answered the door.  I asked, “Kristin?  Kristin Sucheck?”

“Sorry, that is my sister.  I am Kathy Sucheck.”

“Hmmm, my file didn’t mention twins.  My name is Tom Johnson, and I would like to speak with Kristin please.”

“We aren’t twins, everyone used to think so before she got sick, but I am a year older.”  She led us into the house.  “What does the military want with Kristin?”

“We aren’t exactly military.  We are a civilian company.  We have a job offer for her.  Maybe you too.”

Kathy led us into a bedroom.  Kristin was in a chair next to the bed watching TV.  She wasn’t as far gone as Helen and Candy had been, but she was in rough shape.  She muted the TV.  “What kind of job?”

“Second Nurse at a hospital.”

“I am not exactly qualified any more.”

“We are aware of your illnesses.  Theoretically, if you were able, would you be interested?”

“Of course.  But theory aside, I can barely move from this chair.  My poor sister has to help me to even take a crap.”

“If I could help you with that, would you be interested then?”

She stared at me for a minute, then said, “Yes.”

“Then all I ask for now is that either of you do not tell anyone.  Take these,” and I handed her a packet of TMJ tablets, “and I will be back in a few hours.”

“What is TMJ?”  she asked, reading the packet.

“I’ll explain when I return.  Please keep it to yourself until then.”  I smiled at her, “Look at it this way, what do you have to lose?”  I turned and left.

Next on our list was an Irina Pyoterlova, another nurse who found an open needle in a bed she was changing, who currently lived in a hospice in Miami Gardens.  We knocked and asked for Irina.  Like Helen and Kristin, she was in a big chair watching TV.  I guess there isn’t much else to do when you can hardly move.  I called out, “Irina Pyoterlova?”

She looked up, “My, my, you are handsome; if I wasn’t dying I’d do something about that.”  She grinned.

“Tell you what, you take these,” and I handed her a TMJ packet, “and you can do something about it in a few hours.”

She looked at the packet, said, “Why not?” tore it open and took the pills.  “Hmmm, those are good.  Got any more?”  Like I had noticed before, the really sick didn’t zone out with TMJ.

“I’ll be back in a few hours; then we can talk about it.”  I smiled at her then left.

We had time for one more before heading back to the Sucheck house.  Anna Donnelly lived in North Miami Beach in another hospice.  Unfortunately, she had died the night before, so we returned to Hollywood.

When Kathy answered the door, she asked, “What were in those pills?  We tried looking them up, but couldn’t find anything.  Kristin finally just took them, and now she is happily taking a crap on her own for the first time in six months.”

“Shit!  You tried to look it up?  What did you do?”

“Just punched TMJ into Google and into the online Merck’s Manual.”

“Damn, I am going to have to be more specific when I say to not tell anyone.  I am surprised the NSA isn’t at your door.  The data mining computers will spit out your address to them any minute.  I hope that they decide that you are a nurse and were just looking up treatment for a sore jaw.”

She was very surprised.  “Just what the heck is TMJ anyway?”

“Let’s go see your sister and I will explain.”

We headed back to Kristin’s room again.  Her sister wasn’t exaggerating, she was walking out of the bathroom as we arrived.  She looked at me and said, “Wow, mister, whatever this stuff is, I like it!  I am feeling better every second!”

“First off, my name is Tom.  I am a recruiter for Johnson Hospital.  Secondly, I would like to reiterate that you do NOT tell anyone about TMJ.  That includes typing it into Google again.”

“Okay...?”

“TMJ is classified Top Secret.  I am recruiting you, so I could get away with mentioning it.”

“I see.”

“Don’t worry, you will get a full briefing when you arrive.  I assume you are taking the job?”

“I think so!  If I continue to feel this good, I can even be a full time nurse again!”

“Don’t worry, you will never be sick again in your very long life.”

“Really?”

“Yes.  You have to wear this monthly patch,” and I handed her a wrapped TMJ patch, “but otherwise you will be in better than perfect health for many years to come.  In fact, your body will change to be in its perfect form over the next few months, ending up with you being physically 18 or 19, just like Wendy here.”  I gestured at Wendy standing in the doorway.

“The job consists of you being second in command under the head nurse, maybe take alternate shifts.  You have a studio apartment provided for you in the hospital itself.  I have no idea what the pay is, except that it will be pretty good.”  I looked at Kathy.  “Kathy, if you want a job, you will also be provided an apartment.  I am afraid that all the info I have on you is a notation in Kristin’s file that says, ‘recruit if you can’, so I don’t know what position you would fall into.” 

She harrumphed, “If you think I will let Kristin go off by herself after being as sick as she was, you have another thought coming.”

“Good, I will reserve the apartments and we’ll be expecting you in a week or two.  We will pay all moving expenses, just call the command center.”  I handed them a generic estate card.  “The hospital and the surrounding town are a high security gated community due to the TMJ, so security will take care of everything.  You can tell all your friends that you have had a remission and are moving with your sister to keep your health.  It is the truth.”

We took our leave and headed over to see Irina.  She was pacing in her room.  She saw me in the doorway and exclaimed, “What the hell were in those tablets?”

“A Top Secret drug called TMJ.”

“Well I feel almost normal, if a bit hungry.”

“TMJ will make you feel normal for the rest of your life, which will be a long time.  You are hungry because you are so emaciated that your body needs food to repair things.”

“Who the fuck are you and why me?”

“My name is Tom and I am recruiting for Johnson Hospital.  We want you to work as a nurse there.”

“Hell yes, I’ll take the job.  Anything to get out of here.  And if you can do this, I want to work there.”

I handed her the patch, “Put this on.  Now, do you have much to pack?”

She put the patch on her arm.  “No, I gave away almost everything to my brother and nieces.”

“Then you can come right now if you want, or we can pick you up somewhere near here in the morning.”

“I will pack, and if you can drop me off at my brother’s house about a mile from here, I will be glad to go in the morning.”

“We’ll wait for you outside.  The rule is that you cannot tell anyone about TMJ, you just tell people you went into remission.”

“Hell, no one would believe me anyway.”

I went outside, dropping a check for $100K into the donation box on the way.  Five minutes later she came out with a box and we hopped in the SUV.  Her brother was only a mile away like she said.  When she got out of the car, she was mobbed by two drop dead gorgeous girls about fifteen, and a guy around forty.  I called out, “Pick you up at seven!” and we drove off.  After hitting a Wendy’s for dinner, we got a room near the airport at an Embassy Suites.  The girls rapidly stripped.  I got undressed quickly as my hard cock got uncomfortable.  I hadn’t taken one of my girls from behind in a while, so I had them line up bent over the edge of the bed and I went down the line, leaving a deposit deep in each of their beautiful pussies as they collapsed forward drooling and unconscious.  I pulled Wendy and Gabby over to cuddle and watched Castle on TV, dozing off during the news afterwards.

I awoke to a nice paired blow job from Val and Patty.  The pilot, Maria, had already left to help the other pilot, Beth, prep the plane.  I soon filled Val and Patty’s mouths.  As they zoned out, I said, “Wake up girls, we gotta get going.”

It looked like Irina hadn’t moved, she was standing in the same spot with the teen girls and the guy hugging her.  I got out and walked over.  The girls stared and me and whispered things to each other and giggled.  The brother gave me a hard look.  “Are you Tom?”

“Yes, I am,” I confessed.

“You take care of my baby sister.  Y’hear?”

“Sure do.  You know that family can get a free apartment on the compound.  It is pretty nice.  Irina can call you about that if you are interested.”

“We’ll see.”  He gave Irina another hug and said, “Goodbye, Sis.”

She and I climbed into the SUV and we left.

“So where are we going?” she asked.

“We are on a recruiting run, so we have several stops.  This was the first.  Next we stop in Atlanta.”  I had six nurses to recruit in Atlanta, and one in Macon.

When we landed, I asked her, “You can stay with the plane, hang out in our hotel room, have your own room, or come with us today.”

“I’ll come with you, and I don’t need a separate room.  If all of you are in one room, I can join you.”

I left the pilots to get a room like usual, then went recruiting.  All six signed up.  They weren’t all senior nurses, so only one of them got an apartment offer, the other five got individual rooms.

We were going to pick all six up in the morning, so we grabbed dinner at McD’s, then headed for the hotel room.  When the girls and I started stripping, Irina joined right in.  Even emaciated, she wasn’t bad.  I asked her, “Join me for a shower?”  She took my hand without hesitation and followed me into the bathroom.  As I soaped her down, I could see that she would be very beautiful when fully recovered.  I asked her, “Why didn’t you hesitate when I asked you to join me?”

“My life was over.  You gave me a new one.  It belongs to you.  I learned from the girls during the flight here that you are the inventor of TMJ.  I owe everything to you, and getting a handsome guy to soap me down in the shower is a perk.”  She leaned forward and kissed my chest.  She kept kissing it, working her way down until she got to my cock.  “Hmmm, nice one,” she declared as she started kissing and licking it.  She deep throated me while she still licked my balls.  Wow.  Soon I was filling her eager mouth with cum.  She quickly zoned out.

“Irina, you realize that you have fallen completely in love with me.  You want nothing but to be around me for the rest of your life.  Your pussy aches for me, you want my cock buried in one of your orifices but you are happy just being near me.  You love being one of my slave girls, it is completely fulfilling.  You love being a nurse in my hospital, because you know I like to help people, so you like to help people.  You know you will never be alone again because of all your slave sisters.  I, Master Tom, am the subject of all your fantasies, you will masturbate to me at least twice a day.  You are the happiest you have ever been just being in my presence, and if I decide to fuck you, that is unbelievably wonderful.  Now wake up and join your new family.”

She blinked, and then licked me clean with that fantastically long tongue.  A minute later we left the bathroom, and there must have been some sign, because all the girls were hugging her and welcoming her to the family.  All the hotties hugging each other naked got me hard fast, and I lined them up with their knees on their shoulders and gave each and every one of them, including Irina, a cream pie. 

The next morning we picked up the happy recruits, then dropped them off at the estate.  Wendy stayed with me, of course, and Amy, Fawn, and Tamara were the support for this last recruitment before fall break was over.  We headed out for Dallas.  There had been a shooting spree several years before, and there were three nurses that were paralyzed or otherwise seriously injured to varying degrees.  There was also one hospice AIDS patient on our list.

When we arrived, we found out that the hospice patient had died the week before.  That was always sad since if they had just lived a few days longer, they would be living centuries longer.  What a waste.

We moved on to the first name on our list.  She was a bit of a gamble, because she had been in a coma since the shooting.  We could easily revive her, but memory loss could be a large problem.  Jenny had thought it would be worth it though.  Apparently, Consuela “Connie” Guerra was an old friend.  That was enough for me, we’d take care of her whether she worked for us or not.  Jenny had called the family.  We were meeting them at one o’clock at the long term care center.

Her entire family showed up.  Father, Mother, four sisters, Grandmother, Aunt, and two cousins.  I asked, “Just what did Jenny tell you anyway?”

The father, Manuel, said, “Jenny said that you might be able to wake up Connie.  If that happens, we all want to be here.”

“Did she tell you how we were going to do it?”

“She said, ‘Don’t Ask’ and that if anyone wanted to know, you were never here.”

“Good, that is exactly right.  Does everyone understand that?”  I looked each of them in the eye.

They all nodded.  Then Manuel led everyone to Connie’s bed.  She was beautiful, even with the big scar on her forehead where the bullet went in.  I told them, “This may take up to an hour to work.”  I took out a needle with the liquid TMJ in it, unwrapped it, checked for air bubbles like Candy had shown me, then injected the TMJ into Connie’s IV.  I recapped the needle and pocketed it.  I wanted nobody getting their hands on even a drop of TMJ.

Thirty eight minutes later she suddenly sat up.  All the alarms went off around her bed.  She frowned, then turned and hit the silence buttons on all of them.  “Those things are always so fucking annoying,” she commented.  She looked around at her entire family staring at her with big eyes.  “I take it that I have been here a while.”  She grabbed her clipboard from the bottom of the bed and started paging through it.  “Six years! Well...Shit.”

Then she was swarmed by her family, each and every one laughing and crying at the same time.  I let them hug for a while, and then stepped forward.  “Excuse me.”

Everyone turned and looked at me.  I said, “Before all the doctors get here, I need to speak with Connie, alone.”

Manuel, the practical one, said, “Let’s go wait outside.”  He herded his family toward the door.  He looked at me and said, “I will run interference.”  I waved my crew, who were standing in the corner, to go help.

Connie looked at me.  “Who the hell are you?”

“You remember Jenny Franks from college?”

“Yes.  She is a good friend.”

“She and I came up with the medicine that just woke you up.  Now listen closely, we don’t have much time.”  She nodded.  I continued, “I am going to give your dad some arm patches and Jenny’s phone number.  You need to wear the arm patch at all times starting tomorrow or you will be back in this bed, do you understand?”

“Yes.”

“Along with waking you up, the drug, called TMJ, also repairs things like muscle atrophy, so you won’t need PT, no matter what the doctor says.  Also, TMJ is secret, and I was never here.  Do you understand?”

She nodded.

“In a few days you will go home, once you do, find an untraceable phone and call Jenny.”  I smiled at her.  “Enjoy your second chance, Consuela Guerra.”  I left, waving my guards to follow. 

I nabbed Connie’s dad, Manuel, and pulled him aside as all the doctors rushed in.   I handed him two unopened TMJ patches and Jenny’s card.  “Manuel, give these to Connie tomorrow.  No matter what, get these to her tomorrow.  If there is a problem, call the number on the card.”  He nodded.

I left, and we piled back in the SUV.  I commented, “Nice to do a good deed once in a while.”

Wendy said, “Uh-huh,” while the other three just nodded.

I looked at our list, and we headed out to meet the next lady, Victoria Rodriquez.  She was still working at a nursing help line, even though her spine was shattered halfway down.  She was happy to get a full time job and have use of her legs again.  I left her with TMJ and went on to Rosaria Castinista, who was quadriplegic, and was also happy with the idea of walking again.  We gave her the TMJ, then went back to see Vicki.  She was running all over the house.  I gave her the hospital card to arrange moving and an arm patch.  Returning to Rosaria, she hadn’t been keeping up with her therapy, so she could barely walk, but she was up and about.  We also gave her a card and an arm patch.

It was only five o’clock, and there were two more over in Ft. Worth.  We hopped on I30 and drove west for an hour.  Surprisingly busy for a Saturday Evening. 

The next one on the list was iffy.  Donna Casteel was a medical prodigy who had been in an auto accident and lost much of her ability to learn new things.  She had been an RN who was working her way through medical school.  Now the file was marked, ‘employment unknown’.  We had her last address which we headed to.  As Amy, Fawn and Tamara did the usual perimeter, Wendy and I went up to the door and knocked.

The door was opened by a lady in her mid-50s.  Not bad looking.  “Hello, may I help you?”

“We are looking for Donna Casteel.  Does she still live here?”

She started crying, “No,” she sobbed.  Wendy hugged her until she calmed down a bit.  “She felt that her looks were all she had left, so she works and lives with some of her friends now.”

“Do you have an address?  We have a job offer for her.  And, yes, we know about the accident.”

“Really?  Anything but what she is doing now.  She is at 1232 Elvis Street.  About eight blocks that way.”  She pointed northwest.  “Please call me if she takes the job.  I can’t stand where she is working right now.”

“We will bring her by here if she accepts, Ma’am.”

“Thank you.”

We left and headed to the address she had given.  Wendy commented, “I wonder what she does that her mother hates so much.”

“I am afraid that I have a good idea what it is.  We might have problems getting in to see her.  I may have to go in by myself.”

Wendy raised an eyebrow.  Then she said, “Put this in,” and handed me an earwig.  She put on one herself and handed them out to the other girls.  I also stopped at a cash machine and got the machine’s maximum, $10,000.  When we arrived, they fanned out like usual, but Wendy waited next to the SUV as I went up to the door and knocked.

It was answered by an attractive middle aged lady.  “Hello there, handsome.”

That alone told me my suspicions were correct, but I played dumb.  “Hello, I am looking for Donna Casteel.  I was told she lived here.  May I speak to her please?”

“Sorry handsome, but her time is at a premium.  Now there are some other pretty ladies you would enjoy meeting...”

I smiled and said, “No, I need to see Donna.  Would this help?”  I put ten $100 bills in her hand.

She immediately had a bigger smile.  “Come on in, sir.”  She seated me in some sort of lounge and told the girls there, “Take care of him while I find Donna.”  I was immediately swarmed by five scantily dressed girls.  They were pretty, but didn’t even approach the standard of my girls outside.  That is except for the quiet one in the corner.  She was obviously new and didn’t really want to be there.  She was also the prettiest of the bunch.  I crooked my finger and signaled her over.  She got up and came over.  Fantastic legs.

“What is your name, miss?”

“Candy Cane,” she said quietly.

“When I am done talking to Donna, I want to talk to you.”

“Yes, sir.  I will be here.”

I looked at the other girls, “Ladies, I will pay for her time, but no clients for her until I get back, okay?”  I handed each of them a $100 bill.

They all nodded eagerly.  The Madam came back and retrieved me, leading me back to a room.  Sitting on the bed was a girl who was easily as beautiful as my ladies.  She tentatively smiled up at me.  I sat down in the easy chair and said, “Donna, I am here to talk.  My name is Tom.  And as much as I want to jump you right now, business first.”

She smiled and relaxed a bit.  “That is okay.  I usually don’t take clients anyway.  I am the nurse and bartender here.”

“Your mother would be happy to hear that.”

“My mother?”

“Yes, she is the one who told me where to find you.”

“Oh my god.  She must think...”  She turned red.  “You are right, I will call her ASAP.”

“Good.  Now some personal questions, if you don’t mind.”

“Okay.”

“Your brain injury, how does that work?”

“I am fully functional during the day, but don’t remember things too clearly day to day.  My long term memory is not very good.  I can remember everything before the accident, but not much since.”

“Your nursing and bartending skills you learned before the accident then?”

“Yes.”

“Well, the reason I am here is to make you a job offer.”  Her eyebrow went up.  “I work for Johnson Hospital.  We are a combination standard hospital with some research facilities.”

“How did you get my name?  I have been out of the mainstream for several years.”

I pulled her sheet out of my jacket pocket and said, “I don’t know, but you are on my list.”

“My RN license has expired.  I am not able to learn enough to take the required maintenance classes to keep my license.”

“That is not a problem.  The reason you are on the list is that we have developed a treatment for your condition. We will even pay for you to resume any classes toward your MD.”

“Is this something new?  I don’t recall any such treatment before.”

“Yes, and it is secret.  If you are not interested, then I was never here.”

“Oh, I am interested.  What if the treatment doesn’t work?”

“We will hire you anyway.  But on the 40 or so other people with brain injuries, many of which were much worse than yours, it hasn’t failed yet.  Do you want the job?”

“Hell, yes!”

“Do you want to leave now, or stay the night to say your goodbyes?”

“Give me a half hour to pack and say goodbye, then I will go with you.”

“On another topic, I also saw a new girl downstairs who really didn’t want to be here.  Working name of Candy Cane, you know who I mean?”

“Yes.  She just started today.  I don’t think she had even had a client yet.  Real name Tracy.  Her father left, her mother is busy shooting heroin, and she needs to support her little sister.”

“What if I was to offer her mother $10K to sign the two girls over; then take them with us?  There are plenty of places for them to live.”

“Hell yeah, that is a good idea.”

“How do we handle you and Tracy leaving here.  Do I need to make a donation or something?”

“No, if I explain things, that will be enough.  A donation would always be appreciated I am sure, though.”

“Good.  Oh, and take these.” I handed her a packet of TMJ pills.  She took them without a question.  She was in pretty good health, so she zoned out.  “Donna, you find yourself falling head over heels in love with me.  You realize I must have many girls who love and live with me, and you just want to be one of them.  You will realize that you love having all these girls as sisters.  You want to do anything I ask, just so you can be near me.”  That should do the trick.  The pill zoning never was as strong, and with a damaged memory, I would redo it later anyway.  “Wake up.”

She blinked.  I said, “Follow me downstairs and explain it all to the madam so there isn’t any confusion.” 

We went downstairs.  Donna took the madam aside as I squeezed a couple of butt cheeks.  The madam gave Donna a big hug.  The girls immediately wanted to know what was going on.  The madam said, “Donna got herself a job in a hospital!”  They all hugged her.  The madam went on, “We are so proud of you.”

“Oh, Thank you!”  Tears were flowing everywhere.

After a few minutes, I said, “And Tracy,” the young girl who was standing with a bowed head looked up in surprise, “I would like to offer you and your sister full scholarships to live with all the other kids in my walled community.  That includes school, room, and board.”

Her eyes got big. “What is a walled community?”

“It is a neighborhood with walls around it so there is no crime.”

“And you say that you will take my younger sister too?”

“Yes.”

“She has FAS and needs a lot of medical care.”

“Not a problem.  The hospital that Donna is going to is right next door to where you are going to live.”

“Then we’ll go.”  She blinked then suddenly was jumping up and down with excitement.  It was nice to watch, she was extremely hot.

I turned to Donna, who was watching.  “Why don’t you and Tracy go pack; get Facebook addresses for your friends here too.”  They ran upstairs.  I turned to the madam.  “Sorry about the loss of business.”  I handed her the remaining $8K.

One of the girls saw the wad of money and said, “Know what this means?” The other girls squealed together, “Pizza Party!”  They all start hopping about.  Nice.

I commented to the madam, “Wow.  Wish I could stay.”  She grinned.

A minute later, Donna and Tracy come bouncing down the stairs.  They all did hugs, then followed me out to the SUV.  Wendy gave Donna a big hug.  “Welcome to the family.”  As the rest of my girls appeared the all gave Donna big hugs. 

Tracy was standing there alone.  She asked, “Why don’t I get hugs too?”

Wendy said, “Donna joined our sisterhood.  You haven’t yet...  although you are pretty enough that Tom here will probably invite you this evening.”

“Oh.”  She looked thoughtful.

I said, “Well, we need to swing by Donna’s Mother’s house, then we need to go see Tracy’s mother and rescue her sister.  We also need to find a notary around here.  Any ideas?”

Wendy said, “Why don’t we just check the phone book while Donna is talking to her mom?”

I slapped my forehead.  “Duh, why didn’t I think of that.  Been around computers too much, I guess.  Thanks, Wendy.”  I gave her a kiss.

We drove back over to Donna’s Mother’s house.  Donna went in.  The last I heard was, “Mama, I need to talk to you.”  I stopped at the door, but I saw a phone book on the stand near the door, so I snatched it.

We went through and found several notaries, but when we called, none of them had guardianship forms.  We finally called a law firm.  The after hours recording gave us another number.  We called that and talked with a lawyer.  After explaining things to him, he said that he would prepare the paperwork and meet us at the address of Tracy’s mom.

We stopped at another cash machine, then drove over to the address.  It was a ratty apartment building, light bulbs dangling from frayed wires, half of them burnt out, bums in the halls, and the whole place smelled like urine.  We waited for the lawyer.  When he showed up, he really didn’t want to go in.  I said, “Think of it this way.  You are being paid to be a hero and rescue two girls from this horrible woman.  I will pay the dry cleaning on your suit.”

He made a face, but we went in.  My girls followed me, Val staying with the SUV to guard it.  They went at full alert with P90s at the ready.  The stairs were crumbling concrete.  At apartment 310 we knocked.  Tracy said, “Forget that, no one will ever answer.”  She opened the door and we followed her in.  The place was almost empty.  A card table was the kitchen table.  A dirty mattress was in the middle of the living room floor with a dingy, very obviously high, gray haired woman sitting on it staring at the wall.

Donna rushed to the back of the apartment.  The bedroom door had a lock on it, not to keep people in, but to keep people out.  She pulled out a key and opened the door.  Inside was a normal girl’s bedroom.  Bed with pink sheets, desk with laptop, and a girl who could have been pretty if she lost a little weight playing video games on the laptop.  When we came in she whipped around and practically flew into Tracy’s arms.  A minute later she looked up at us and said, “Are you from social services?”

Tracy said, “No, Darla, but I did find us a wonderful new home.  We will never have to lock our door or go hungry again.”

Darla started sobbing, “Trace, are you joshing me, you really found us a home?”

“Yes I did.”

I heard a sniffle from behind me and looked back.  The lawyer was crying and had a very angry look along with it.  He saw me looking and said, “No one, especially a child, should live like this, especially in America.”  He whipped a form out of his briefcase, and then said, “Let’s get this signed.  No charge for this one.”

Tracy gave us her mother’s full name, her sister’s full name, and her full name, we filled in the guardianship form, Donna was the guardian.  Then we went to the zombie in the living room.  I waved the $10K in front of her.  That woke her up.  She looked up at me, yellowed teeth with several missing.  “Blowjob for the money, mister?”

“No.  But I will give you the money if you will sign this paper sending your kids to school.”

She blinked at the form before her, and signed it.  I handed her the money.  Looking up at Tracy I said, “Pack fast before she comes out of it.”

They were gone only about 45 seconds.  They had two large bags.  Tracy saw my questioning look and said, “These are our emergency bags.  We just had to stuff the laptop and a few dolls into them.  We are ready to go.”

We left, leaving the woman staring at the wall again, a pile of money in front of her.  I locked the door behind us and hoped that she wouldn’t have it all stolen right away.

There was a Days Inn near the airport.  We got a room.  Donna, Tracy, and Darla followed the other girls when they all stripped.  I kissed Donna, and then laid her back on the bed and slid deep into her.  She gasped in ecstasy.  She was nice and tight, and I let myself rapidly cum in her, giving her a cream pie.

I looked at Tracy standing there watching, her nips hard as rock and her pussy dripping down her leg.  “Tracy, do you want to be part of our family?”

“Oh, god, yes.  More than anything!”

“Wendy, give Tracy and her sister a fingerful of TMJ from Donna, then tell them both what it means to be a sister, and how much a sister loves me.”

Wendy went over to Donna, got two fingerfuls of cum fresh from her twat, then went over to Tracy and Darla and fed them both a fingerful.  They both went, “Ummm...” licked their lips then zoned out.  I relaxed on the bed with Tamara, Val and Fawn; with Beth nuzzling with my hard cock, occasionally taking a lick. Donna had fallen asleep in the fetal position in a corner of the king size bed with a big smile on her face.  Wendy spent the next half hour explaining how wonderful I am, how much they love me, and how great it was to be a sister.  She laid it on even thicker that I ever did.  After about forty minutes, the two girls were nodding, saying “Um-hmm,” and their eyes were wandering a bit.  I figured that they were with us again.

I had added Tracy because she was so hot, she was sixteen or seventeen.  Her sister wasn’t.  She was a bit dumpy.  I knew that was common with FAS, so she was another experiment to see if TMJ could fix her.  She was only about twelve, I guessed, so she had half of her adolescent growth left, and I hoped that the genetic damage wasn’t so deep that TMJ couldn’t root it out.

I said, “Wendy, welcome your new sisters and send them over.”  She gave each of them a big hug, and then they excitedly came over and crawled on the bed.  I motioned Tracy over and she eagerly straddled me and sank down.  She wasn’t a virgin, but she was close.  I let her go for five orgasms before I filled her up.  Tracy climbed off and Darla climbed on.  She was a virgin, but aside from the original wince as she sank down, she had orgasm after orgasm, finally collapsing twitching on my chest.  I gave her a load, then moved her to the side next to her sister.  Next Val climbed on and I filled up all my girls in turn, laying them out one by one.  I curled up next to Wendy and went to sleep.

The next morning I was awake first, so I got to see Donna wake up.  She stretched, smiled and said, “Good Morning, Master Tom.”  Then she sat up and said, “Holy Shit!  I remember yesterday!  That stuff really worked!”  She jumped on top of me, kissing me like crazy, tears flowing, saying, “Thank You!” over and over.  Soon her kisses turned passionate, and she slid back, impaling herself on my hard pole.  “I love you so much!”  She cried.  Soon we both came and I filled her up again.

We drove back to the plane, where Darla was hopping around, apparently she was an airplane fanatic.  She wanted to know everything, and her sister pilots enjoyed showing her.  On the flight back, they even let her fly for a while.  She nearly passed out from happiness.  I commented, “Well, I guess we know what she wants to be when she grows up.”  Everyone laughed. 

I mentioned to Tracy, “She doesn’t seem to have the learning disabilities common to FAS.”

“That is funny, because she sure had problems up ‘til now.  She doesn’t seem to have the mood swings like she used to have either.”

Good.  TMJ was working.

We landed and we took Donna to the hospital to check in.  I got her a full doctor’s office, because she needed it.  She was only a semester behind before her internship, and so she could start early.  Also since Tracy and Darla were officially her kids now, the three bedroom apartment was perfect for them, although they would probably be spending a lot of their time over at the main house.

While we were there, Dr. White arrived with his two daughters, Keisha and Nichelle.  Both super hot girls 12 and 13.  Darla and the two of them immediately were dashing off exploring.  I said, “Don’t go too far.  School starts in the morning.”

Tracy wanted to come with me, so I let her follow me back up to the main house.  I think she was a bit overwhelmed at the sixty or so girls who ran out to greet me.  I spent the evening taking care of girls until even my enhanced cock was sore.  Happy, but sore.

The next morning I took care of a couple of the young ones after my shower, like usual.  Breakfast was raucous, again like usual.  All of a sudden Tracy started bawling.  Immediately ten sisters were asking if she was all right.  “It is just so wonderful here!” she sobbed.  All her new sisters nodded knowingly.  I went into my study, grabbed my backpack, and headed out to catch the bus.  I snagged Tracy and had her borrow some clothes and follow.  She had to get registered for school.

Chapter 50

By Christmastime, Darla had shot up like a rocket.  She had a full figure, was nine inches taller than she had been and had a more oval than round face.  She was starting to turn heads like her sister, to her enjoyment.  There was no sign of any learning disability.  Her sister Tracy was also a genius, acing everything in school.  And to think I found her in a Texas whorehouse and her sister in a crack house.

With all the help at the hospital, Jenny was happy that she had time off.  Especially now that she was seven months along.  She still loved to be bent over things and fucked silly.  Helen was four months along and Candy was only one month along.

Val, Fawn, Maria, Charlene and Tamara had all benefited from the increased attention during the recruitment and were two months along.  With the fact that I fucked Wendy an average of twice a week, I asked her why she wasn’t pregnant.  “I use a diaphragm, Master.  If I get pregnant, I can’t guard you properly.”

I was a little taken aback by that.  Since TMJ precluded oral birth control, and I don’t use condoms, I had never thought of birth control.  “Just so sometime after things calm down, after I am out of school, you give me at least one kid.  You are too wonderful not to reproduce.”

She started crying.  “Yes, Master.”  I hugged and kissed her.  Laying her back on the divan in my study, I fucked her to oblivion.  I reached into her cream filled pussy, and broke the seal on her diaphragm, making sure several large gobs of semen got past it.  I don’t know if it was her time of the month or not, but it made me hotter when I thought about getting my girls pregnant.

Sure enough, Wendy was pregnant a month later.  I danced around overjoyed.

Darla was definitely turning heads now.  She was a bit of a missionary, too.  First she started bringing around Keisha and Nichelle.  Peer pressure made them strip down when they were at the main house.  Since they were both drop dead sexy, I didn’t mind.  One day, Darla came in, hopped in my lap and fucked me until I came deep inside her.  She got up and left the room.  Curious, I followed her.  I saw her take fingerfuls of my cum from her pussy and feed it to the two White girls.  Then she started telling them about how they belonged to me now, how wonderful I was, how they loved me, and how great the sisterhood was.  I decided to let it go, since I was planning on recruiting them anyway.  Over the spring semester, she recruited a third of the girls in her school, all the hotties. 

Susie just rolled her eyes when I mentioned it to her.  She said, “All the girls have crushes on you anyway, so what difference does it make?  You could walk into the school and any girl older than eight would gladly jump your bones.  That includes most of the female teachers, and one male teacher I know of.  I’ve heard that most of the high school girls feel that way about you too.”

That matched what I had seen with Tam and the gymnasts.  Problem was, with all the recruiting, both mine and Darla’s, we were approaching the limit on TMJ patch manufacture.  Susie and Cassie were down to popping one pill a month to stay healthy, but the rest of my original girls still had to wear the patch for more than a three day break.  Wendy and I guessed it was because the two of them were my sisters and had some sort of self support anyway.  It turned out that Grandma Susan could also go for a month with only one pill, she was my biological grandaunt after all.  When we checked with my mom, she said she had been down to a pill a month for a while now.

All that was great, but it didn’t solve the TMJ manufacturing problem.  Both Jenny and Donna were putting a lot of hours into solving the problem.  Both of them were medical prodigies, it was fun to watch them work and discuss things.  They took turns “milking” Grandpa and me every other day.  The two of us didn’t mind, although it was inconvenient sometimes.  They would process the ejaculate into TMJ1 and TMJ2 tablets.  TMJ1 from Grandpa was only useful for processing into liquid TMJ supplement which was put into a machine that made patches.  TMJ2 could be used for initial TMJ use or for processing into liquid TMJ, both supplemental and full form.

They had moved their lab into one of the fancy hospital labs.  The manufacture was almost fully automated at this point.  For the TMJ supplemental maintenance dose, one tablet could make about 10 patches.  To make the tablets, one jack off session (usually with a nice hot assistant), got enough to make around 75 tablets.  A lot of the TMJ2 tablets were cryogenically frozen for emergencies.  All of the TMJ1 tablets were made into patches, the two of us “manufactured” enough TMJ supplement for about 2200 patches a week.  Half of those went into cryo-storage, which left 4800 a month, if both of us were there, in reality it was about 3800 a month including the days we were off someplace and couldn’t donate.  There were currently about 3000 people on TMJ.  We were reaching our safety limits.  We had enough stashed for the next 30-50 years for everyone, but we didn’t want to break into that unless we had to.

They had managed to grow TMJ supplement in the lab, but it took weeks to make enough for one patch.  We needed a bio-chemist.  We also needed to trust any bio-chemist we found absolutely, so we needed one that was idealistic as well as a being a hot female.  That way we could recruit her like I did Jenny.

I contacted Horace since he had ties with the chemical industry.  His wife Tammi was still close friends with Lizzie.  They traded news about their babies constantly.

“Hey, Tom, long time no hear!”

“Hey, Horace.  How’s the kid?  Did you survive the terrible twos?”

“He.  Barely.  What’s up?”

“I need a really good idealistic female bio-chemist.  Any ideas?”

“Is this to further research on TMJ?  Thanks for the patches by the way.”

“Yes.  We need to somehow duplicate the maintenance chemical in the patches.  But we need someone who is so idealistic that we can trust her with it.  Oh, as a side issue, send back most of your TMJ tablets and we’ll convert them to patches for you.”

“I’ll do that.  And I have just the person for you.  She worked for a testing lab of one of my competitors, but created a stink about animal testing.  Suddenly she had a ‘lab accident’ and got acid spilled all over her.  She was forced out because she was blind.  I hire her occasionally to consult because she is so brilliant, even if she can’t see.”

“I already like her.  I hope you took down the bastards that did that to her.”

“I personally took care of ruining the company and making sure their more disreputable practices came out into the open.  Their CEO and several of his officers are in prison.”

“Good.  Email me her file if you would.”

“I should of thought of TMJ for her case.  Glad you did.  Thinking about it, I know of a few others who deserve it too.  I’ll take care of them.”

“Just remember to keep it secure.  I don’t know if Lizzie passed it on, but we are under a gag order here.”

“Really?  From who?”

“President Pendelson.”

“Woof.  Okay, I’ll bump up security and make sure no one mentions it on any open communications link.”

“Yeah, he was concerned over the political ramifications of the youthening effect.”

“Shit, I hadn’t thought about that.  He’s right.  If it got out, we could have World War III.”

“No kidding.  Oh, by the way, when are you marrying your lady there?”

“Soon.  Actually I have had the ring in my pocket for about a year, waiting for the right time.”

“What’s the right time?”

“I don’t know.”

“How about Henry’s third?  Isn’t that in a few weeks?”

“Now that is a good idea.”

“Let me know how it works out.”

“I will.”

“Well, got to go now.  Good luck.”

“You too.  Bye.”

The dossier arrived a few minutes later.  Dr. Jane Turches, PhD.  Very impressive résumé.  Her before picture was nice too.  She had been very pretty.  Her after picture was horrible.  I immediately scheduled a flight to Chicago to recruit her.  Since it was Friday afternoon, we were wheels up in an hour.  Wendy was two months along, but she came anyway.  Fawn, Emily, and Poppy won the draw to go with me this time.  Maria, one of the pilots, was five months pregnant, but she also came along.  Beth was the other pilot.

 We arrived, and waiting for us was a dark green SUV.  I glanced over at Wendy; she shrugged and said, “They were out of black ones.”  I rolled my eyes and got in.

Jane Turches lived on the west side, in a flat above a Chinese restaurant.  I hit the buzzer.  A minute later a woman’s voice asked, “Who’s there?”

“Hello.  My name is Tom Johnson.  May I speak with you?  Horace sent me.”

“How’s his wife?”

I smiled.  She was taking no chances.  “He isn’t married, although he is going to propose to Terri in two weeks.”

“I didn’t know that.  Okay, come on up.”  The buzzer went off.  I grabbed the door and Wendy, Emily and I trampled up.  Jane opened her door to let us in.  It was pretty horrible, her entire face was burned off and scarred.  I was surprised that she was still alive.  After we filed in, she said, “Who is with you?”

“My bodyguards and friends, Wendy and Emily.”

“Okay.  Now what can I do for you, Mr. Johnson?”

“I think we can help each other, Dr. Turches.  According to Horace, you are the best in your field.  We need your expertise to reproduce artificially a natural bio-chemical that is in short supply.”

“And how can you help me?”

“That chemical I mentioned is a maintenance chemical for a substance called TMJ, which can give you your eyesight back.”

“Is this some sort of joke?”

“No it isn’t.”  I dialed Horace’s number on my phone.  When he answered I said, “Horace, could you please talk to Dr. Turches?”

“Sure.  Hand her the phone.”  I did so.

“Hello?  Oh, hello, Horace.  Really?  Okay. Bye.”  She handed the phone back.  “I guess you are legit, although I still don’t believe it.”

“Okay, theoretically, if I was correct.  Would you be interested in the job?  No animal testing, unless you count human volunteers, of course.”

“Harrumph, the worst animal of all.  If your medicine can do what you say, I will gladly join your research team.”

“Hold out your hand.”  She did so.  I put a packet of TMJ in her hand.  “Take these and I will call you in the morning.  Please do not contact anyone about this at least until we talk again.”

She got up and went into the kitchen.  Got a glass from the cupboard, poured some water, then tore open the packet and took the pills.  She froze.  I waited a minute, then said, “Jane, can you hear me?”

“Yes.”

To test things, I asked, “Who was your last sex partner?”

“Bob, but he left me when I was injured.”

Good, she must be under, she wouldn’t have answered so easily otherwise.  “Jane, you are feeling surprisingly attracted to me.  You know I have many girls that love me and sleep with me, and you want to try it.  You find yourself wet and excited just thinking about it.  You realize that you are actually falling for me, Tom.  Now wait until you hear us close the door and wake up.  You will eagerly anticipate my return tomorrow.”  That should be good enough to get her into bed after she was cured, where I could deepen things.

We headed out to get some nightlife.  Again, it is amazing the places we could get into considering I was three months short of 18.  The girls changed into their killer dresses again.  They all looked fantastic.  You couldn’t tell Wendy was two months pregnant.  I was escorted by the five most beautiful and deadliest girls in town.  We went dancing and saw a few stage shows.  My name was even on a few of the lists at clubs!  It is nice being rich.  We got back to the hotel where I gave each of my beautiful ladies a pussy full, then we curled up together and went to sleep.

The next morning we went over to Jane’s house.  She was sitting on the front step in a light jacket even though it was only 20 degrees Fahrenheit outside, just watching everything, tears flowing.  There were a few things still healing on her face, but most of the damage was repaired.  When I got out of the SUV, she said, “Are you Tom?”

“Yes I am, Jane.”

She threw herself in my arms, sobbing against my chest.  I held her as she cried.  “Thank you, oh thank you!  I never realized how beautiful the world is.  Thank you for my eyes.”  After about ten minutes, she turned, ran up the steps and grabbed a bag from inside the door.  “Let’s go.”

We jumped back into the SUV and headed out.  I asked, “What about the rest of your stuff?”

“I’ll send for it later.  I am just so excited right now.  Just a chance to be on a team that is working on such a miracle cure, I would sell my soul.”

I laughed, “Well, you don’t have to go that far.  You do need something to eat though, I bet you were so excited that you skipped breakfast.”

She muttered, “Yeah.”

“We’ll stop and get something.  Your body needs material to rebuild with.”

“That makes sense.  Since we are on the tollway, we can swing into one of the sky-restaurants on the overpasses.  I think Wendy’s is coming up soon.”

We had lunch, Jane ate three sandwiches.  She commented, “Geez, I am still hungry, something is sure working overtime!”  With a giant frosty to go for her, we headed for the airport.

As we flew out of O’Hare, she jumped up and started pacing.  “I just have so much energy!”  She exclaimed.  I stood up and gave her a big French kiss.  She melted into my arms.  Before we were halfway home she was naked on the seat and I was buried deep in her.  Soon we both came, hard.  I filled her up as she had a seizure like orgasm.  I looked at Wendy and asked, “How about making her a sister and explain things again?”  Wendy eagerly got a fingerful of cum and fed it to the semi-conscious woman.  Then she spent the rest of the way home telling Jane how great and perfect I was, how she loved me, how great it was to be a slave sister.

When we landed she got dressed, gave me a hot kiss, then bounced off the plane.  She was so eager that she was off before anyone else and had to stop because she didn’t know where to go.  The airport can look intimidating, it was an airstrip (albeit a large one) in the middle of the woods with just a tower and a hanger door.  Nothing else around but trees.

We led her to the door at the base of the tower.  Inside was the personnel elevator which we took down several stories.  Before us were several carts.  We hopped in and drove to hospital.  I showed her the mall, churches, theater, control room, and barracks along the way.  I left her in Jenny’s capable hands as I headed back to the main house.  I had a report due at school.

That evening Jane joined us for dinner, she was still excited and could hardly sit still.  Both Helen and Jenny had to put their hands on her arms to calm her down.

Chapter 51

It took only until the end of the school year for Jane to create a way to mass produce the TMJ supplement.  From an initial sample, she could grow as much as we wanted.  It was quite the achievement.  She announced it at my graduation dinner.

She, Donna and Jenny were now focusing their research on how it all worked.  We had had the secondary immune system with stem cell based repair mechanism theory for years now, but there wasn’t any research to corroborate it.  Also, no one knew why the support chemical was needed.  It was difficult to research since only two people had ever died who used TMJ, Reena and Sam, and they were both cremated.  Since no one had claimed all the child trafficking bastards, they had also been cremated.

The team was forced to work with MRIs and, since TMJ users had a high radiation tolerance, X-Rays.  They were able to isolate a new organ that was directly connected to the pituitary.  What was surprising was that there were little satellite organs around the body, presumably to speed up repair work.

Our big problem now was now that we had mass TMJ production, it still wasn’t mass producible enough for everyone.  That wasn’t a good idea anyway, throwing all our eggs in one basket.  What if Grandpa and I were dead and the samples got damaged?  Not good.

I had Eve send a message via Facebook to Nancy, requesting a meeting with her dad.  It appeared all innocent on the surface, but considering her dad was President of the United States, it wasn’t all that simple.

The reply was immediate.  A time the next day.  I boarded my plane, this time with Wendy staying behind, to her immense disappointment.  The four marines this time were Lin Su, Gabby, Val, and Bev.  Melissa and Clarissa were also along, they were guards in training.  They had just graduated with me, and wanted to be guards.  The marines had had them training alongside of them for over a year now, outside of school.  If I hadn’t known better, I wouldn’t have been able to tell they weren’t marines like the others.  Barb was there as co-pilot since Maria was due at any time.  Barb usually flew the Harrier.

We landed on the marine base next to Air Force One, or SAM 28000 since the President wasn’t aboard.  We got a standard helicopter which flew us to the White House.  I knew that the president had pulled some strings for that one, since only Marine One was allowed into White House airspace normally.  Dignitaries were normally driven.  I had my guards leave all large weapons behind, although I’d be willing to bet that they had a backup weapon or two.

I was again amazed when the Secret Service allowed my guards off the helicopter.  I told them to wait however, not wanting to push our luck.  I went on alone with the Secret Service escort.  One of them broke protocol enough to say, “Thank you for leaving them there, we had a real hard time with some die-hards about allowing them inside.”  I nodded.

I was ushered into the east wing and a secretary announced, “Tom Johnson”.  I was waved in a door to the oval office.  President William Pendelson stood up and easily hopped over his desk, looking at lot like his daughter.  “I love doing that, but I normally can’t.”  He grinned as he shook my hand.  “Hello Mr. Johnson.  Congratulations on your graduation.”

“Thank you, sir.”

“So what brings you to this somewhat clandestine meeting?”

“Before I answer that, Sir, is this office monitored?”

“Hmmm, the secret service has a few video, but no audio bugs I believe.”

“Then tell me when I am facing away from them.”  I started turning.

“There.”

“Okay.  I thought you should know sir that we have developed a way to mass produce TMJ patches.”

“Hmmm, I see why all the security is necessary.”  He reached under the corner of his desk.  I heard a faint buzz.  “Now all recording is off.  Now, Tom, just how mass producible are they?”

“The original dose is still manually produced and limited, but the patches we can currently generate enough for upwards of a million people a month, if necessary.  Right now we are keeping it at the 4000 a month we need to cover everyone who wears a patch and have a small safety margin.  In other words, we could add up to 10,000 a month if we had to for the next 8 years.”

“I would ask that you keep it under the covers for a while then, except for the ‘shroom squad.  They are already known as military elite and problem solvers.  It has become standard in the military if you have a problem, go find a member of the ‘shroom squad to help you with it, but there are only 37 members of that squad.  We need to add to the squad, but that will obfuscate the meaning of the squad.  I have been puzzling that one for a while.”

“What if you create another unit, then make the ‘shroom squad the elite of that unit?  Then you can add as many as you want.”

“It took a lot of work to convince the Secretary of the Navy to sign off on the Mushroom Cloud Unit to begin with, but I think that what you suggest may be the answer.  It will be a lot harder to convince him since it has been a year since Kuwait.”

“Or you could create a subgroup in the ‘shroom squad who are the trainees.  They remain trainees forever unless they have to go into ground zero and help out next time some nut sets off a nuke.”

“Hmmm, that will be much easier.  Maybe put a big T on the unit patch.  I like that idea.  I will try that first.”  He looked up at me.  “I want to add a hundred to the unit.  I would also like to have a few more of the Secret Service agents suped-up.”

“That brings up another issue, sir.  Either I need to start charging, or I need your permission to sell to select clientele.”

“Which clientele?”

“I sold doses plus upkeep to several people, that is how I got my estate in the first place.  They all recognize the need for secrecy and I maintain close contact with them.  I would like to add to that list, each sale adds three to four years to how long we can run the place.”

“If you think you can keep security tight, you may do so.  Also, set up some sort of pharmaceutical company and sell the patches to the military, don’t tell anyone I said this, but a million for a necessary medication is a drop in the bucket for their budget.”

“Thank you, Mr. President.”

“You are welcome, Mr. Johnson.  Now call me Will when we are alone.  Stay around and join us for dinner in the residence.”

“Of course, Will.  Is there someplace I can have my security people get something too?”

“Just ask the Secret Service.  I’ll meet you in the residence in two hours.  I am sure you can tag along with a tour group until then.”

“Sounds good.  Later.”  I turned and left.  I saw the President hit and turn the recording back on and reach for the phone as I went out the door.  A buzzer sounded at the secretary’s desk, she picked up the phone, made a few, “um-hmmm”s, and then put down the phone.

She raised an eyebrow and said, “Mr. Johnson.  The president has asked that you join the next tour of the afternoon, and then join his family in the residence afterwards.”  She looked at the Secret Service guy waiting.  “George, please escort Mr. Johnson to his people, then all of them will join the tour at the north entrance.”  He nodded and let me back out to my marines. 

As I approached the back door, I said, “I am joining the President for dinner.  Could you take care of my guards for dinner?”

“No problem, sir.”

We took the White House tour, ending up back in the Residence.  Nancy saw us, squealed and ran over, giving me and each of the girls a big hug and kiss.  The First Lady, Mary, smiled and commented, “I guess she is glad to see you.”  She gave me a half hug and shook the hands of my girls.  She excused herself, and came back a minute later looking 30 years younger.  “I hate all that makeup.”

“It is well done, I forgot you were even wearing it.”

“Weeks of work learning to apply custom latex.  Danged stuff itches though.”

We talked for an hour until the President showed up.  He saw that Mary had removed her make-up and removed his too.

We had a nice dinner.  I met up with my girls afterward, and we left, taking Nancy with us for her summer visit.  As soon as we were back on our plane, she immediately stripped and climbed in my lap.  “Oh, Master Tom, I missed you so much!” she cried as she hugged me tight.  She was fifteen and very nice with the perfect bod.  I slid my pants down and she immediately pole sat.  She stayed rocking on my hard cock the whole way home, squealing with delight when the plane touched down and she was jammed down harder on my cock.  We quickly finished up as the plane parked.  Good thing the President gave the secret service guy assigned to prince time off and trusted us to take Nancy alone with us.

She immediately took off running like she loved to do.  She forgot all her clothes and luggage in the plane.  We stacked it all next to the hanger and left it for her to get later.

I went to find Trisha.  She and Wendy were in the command center in Trisha’s office.  I called a staff meeting in the conference room next to Trisha’s office.  Trisha, Wendy, Val, Cassie, Jenny and Donna.

I started with, “We need to start organizing TMJ.  I am going to make a proposal, and you need to poke holes in it, okay?”  They all smiled.

“For the initial pill or injection, I propose we jack the price up really, really high to prevent new users as much as possible.  Here on the estate it is all free, of course, but maybe something like $100 Million for a sale, with lots of vetting.”

“For a patch, I am thinking $500 a patch, free on the estate, of course.  And we will not allow any single person to purchase more than a year’s worth.  This is for control.  We got very lucky with Sam, Evan, and Horace.  I am not going to trust anyone else.”

“And before you ask, I talked with President Pendelson, and he agreed to let us sell TMJ on a limited basis, and to start charging the military for patches.”

“Comments?”

There were a lot, but we essentially stuck to my original proposal.  Trisha put together a team to start researching potential customers.

Horace called the next day.  “Tom, will you be one of my groomsmen?”

“Of course.  Congratulations!”

“Thanks!  And do you think Jenny would like to be a bridesmaid?”

“I’ll ask, but I can assure you she would love it.”

“And one other, Lizzie is Maid of Honor, of course, but I think her daughter Elizabeth would be a good flower girl and my Henry a ring bearer.”

“Is this a friends only wedding or a big open wedding?”

“For family, we need to have it big and flamboyant.  Tammi and I wanted a friends only celebration, but I have a mother and mother-in-law to worry about.  It will be at Holy Trinity Lutheran Church in Central Park this September.”

“We’ll all be there.  Congrats again!  It’s about time you married her!”

“That’s what she said.  Well, I’ll talk later, I have calls to make.”

“I bet you do.  Later.”

Chapter 52

The big day arrived.  It was two weeks until the wedding.  We had to be there for fittings and parties.  Also Trisha needed to confer with Horace’s men and set up security.  She was really looking forward to it.  Wendy wanted to go, but she was eight months pregnant.  Also going were Trisha, Jenny, Lizzie, myself, and three guards who won the lottery to came with us: Kit, who was by now as tough as her sister Maddie; Fawn, who seemed to win an awful lot of the lotteries; and Hen, who had also been training with the marines (as had almost all of my original girls who graduated with me).  We were sending the plane back to pick up ten more marines in a week for wedding security along with picking up Lizzie’s kid, Elizabeth, who had been practicing wearing dresses with her sister Teresa’s help.

We flew into Teterboro Airport just north of Union City.  It was the closest halfway secure airport we could find.  We really didn’t want to abuse our military connections, otherwise we would have flown into Mitchell.

The standard black SUVs were waiting.  The drive into the city took a few hours.  We had a couple of suites at Trump Tower which was only a block from the church.  It was by far the most luxurious hotel room I had ever stayed in.

Except for Kit, all the women disappeared right after check in.  Since she was wearing one of Grandma May’s security dresses (with the hidden knives), she looked fantastic.  I said, “Kit, since everyone else skipped out on me, how about you and I go see this town.”

Her eyes got big.  “I would love to, but you are supposed to have two guards if you leave the hotel.”

“There are only four of you, that is going to be a rough schedule.”

“Actually, except for today, you will probably have three of us most of the time.  Trisha is meeting up with Horace’s men to discuss security.  Fawn is visiting her parents today, and I told Hen she could go shopping.  My fault.  I will call Hen back.”  She reached for her phone.

“No, let her shop.  So Fawn’s a local, eh?  We’ll have to have her give us a tour of her home turf.  If you want me to stay here until they get back, get that dress off and get over here.”

She smiled a sexy smile and glided across the room, somehow losing the dress in the process.  She wasn’t wearing anything under it.  Just the way she walked had me hard as a rock.  She slowly undressed me, and then pushed me back into a chair.  She did a slow lap dance, brushing her beautiful pussy across my cock over and over, finishing with slowly sinking down, impaling herself face to face with me with a look of utter ecstasy on her face.  It is funny how the mind works, but in the middle of that fantastic fuck I noticed the butterfly tattoo on her shoulder was gone.  Another victim of TMJ.  We did the world’s oldest dance for another 20 minutes before I filled her up and she froze then collapsed, holding me tightly and cuddling down on my chest.  I dozed off.

I awoke a few hours later still in the chair, with a blanket over me.  Kit was in her fatigues pacing on the other side of the room.  I got up and pulled on my clothes.  “Kit, what is wrong?”

“Hen is over an hour late, and she won’t answer her cell phone.”

“Have you contacted Trisha?”

“Yes, she and Fawn are on their way back.  I also recalled Jenny and Lizzie.”

“Good.  Can you activate the GPS on Hen’s phone?”

“Already tried.  It is turned off.”

“Shit.”

Trisha, Jenny and Lizzie all burst into the room.  “Any word?”

Kit replied, “No.”

Trisha asked, “Do you know where she was going to go shopping?”

“She was planning on just window shopping along Broadway, maybe buying a t-shirt or two for her little brother and sister.”

Trisha said, “Kit, you stay with Tom, Jenny, and Lizzie.  When Fawn gets back, she and I will comb the streets.  Meanwhile, I am calling the police.”

She pulled out her phone and called 911.  “I would like to report a missing person.  My name is Trisha Wells, I am a police captain from Susberg, XXXX, badge number 239.  The missing person is a fellow officer, name of Henrietta Olson, badge number 341.  No, we are not here on official business, but as part of a security detail for a VIP.  Yes, her photo should be in your database.  Yes, she is over an hour overdue and her cell phone is disabled.  Broadway and 5^th Avenue.  We are staying in Trump Towers.  I will meet the detective in the lobby.”

She said, “The police are issuing an APB.”  As she headed for the door, I followed.  She glanced back at me. 

I said, “There is no way on this planet to keep me from following you right now.”

She looked back at the others.  “Jenny, Lizzie.  Stay.  Kit, stick to Tom like glue.”

We headed down to the lobby.  A minute after we got there, Fawn rushed in.  “Trisha, Tom!  Any word?”

“No, we are waiting for the police.”

Ten minutes later a short man in a cheap suit came in.  He saw us waiting.  I suppose the three in fatigues gave us away.  He came over.  “Captain Trisha Wells?”

Trisha answered, “Yes.”

“We believe that we have found your missing person.  She was hit by a bus while chasing a purse snatcher.  She is in Mount Sinai’s ER.”

Trisha immediately dialed her phone, “Jenny, Hen is at Mt. Sinai.”  Less than a minute later, Jenny was in the lobby.  Trisha looked at the detective.  “How fast can you get us there?”  When she got a questioning look, she said, “This is Henrietta’s personal physician.  There are some medical issues.”  We needed to get there and make sure all her bones were set properly.  ERs tend to leave that to the last, when with TMJ, it needs to be first.  Also, any operations need to be done differently, the tissue heals much faster than normal.

He nodded and said, “I can take a maximum of four.”

Trisha said, “Fawn, you go watch Lizzie upstairs.”  The rest of us piled into the police sedan parked outside the door.  It wasn’t far.  We could have run the distance faster than the police car took us.

We got to the hospital where Jenny was allowed in, but the rest of us had to wait.  She came out a few minutes later.  “Tom, you know a lot about injuries with TMJ.  Can you think of a reason Hen would still be unconscious?”

“Only if the organ damage is a lot worse than it looks and can’t be repaired easily.  I would suggest a battery of X-rays immediately.  No MRIs in case there is metal involved.”

“I agree.”  She turned and went back in.  The police detective was still watching with a raised eyebrow, but I had other things to worry about.  He left, asking Trisha to keep him up to date.

Two hours later, Jenny came out.  “She is still unconscious, but at least we know why.  There is a chunk of metal in her head.  If she wasn’t on TMJ she would be dead.  I need to operate immediately, but they won’t let me for insurance purposes.”

“Have you agreed not to sue?”

“Yes.  But Hen can’t.”

“Shit.  I have to call in a marker.”  I pulled out my phone and dialed a special number.

“Hello, White House.”

“This is Tom Johnson, may I speak to the President please?”

“Please wait.”

A minute later, “President Pendelson speaking.”

“William, I need to call in a marker.  I have a soldier in Mount Sinai hospital, and they will not allow Dr. Franks to operate.  I need some big guns here.”

“What happened?”

“She was hit by a bus and has shrapnel in her brain.”

“Shit.  I’ll take care of it.  Later.”  Click.

Five minutes later, someone in a suit came out to the lobby.  “Dr. Franks?”

Jenny turned to him.  “Yes?”

“You have friends in very high places.  You may do whatever you need here at Mt. Sinai.”  The guy looked like someone was pulling his teeth.

Jenny rushed in.  We all waited in the lobby.  Trisha called both the hotel room and Lizzie and Fawn ran over (it only took them 2 minutes), then she called home and left a status message.  They were all on edge because of the APB put out on Hen, the entire military staff knew.  We held off telling her family out on the farm until we had more information.  Seven hours later, Jenny came out.  “She’ll live.  I am not sure what will happen with her memory since she had brain damage.  The TMJ will repair it, but it cannot recreate memories.  Physically she’ll be good as new tomorrow.”

We all sighed in relief.  Trisha called the control room and told everyone.  We could hear the cheering over the phone.

Jenny said, “I will stay with her, but I need someone to spell me for a bit.  I am dead tired.”

Before Trisha could say anything, I said, “I will watch her while Jenny naps.  Also leave Kit and Fawn in shifts until Hen is out of here.”

Trisha nodded and waved Fawn over.  She murmured a few things in Fawn’s ear, then she left, taking Kit and Lizzie with her.

Fawn and I followed Jenny back to the recovery room.  Fawn went over and squeezed Hen’s hand, and then set up watch at the door.  Jenny curled up on the other bed in the room and dozed off.  I sat next to Hen and held her hand.

About three hours later, Hen squeezed my hand.  I was looking her straight in the face as she opened her eyes.  “Hello, Master,” she said sleepily.  Then suddenly her eyes widened.  “A bus!” she exclaimed as she sat up suddenly. 

I laid her back down and said, “It is all right.”

“Where am I?”  She was glancing around.

“Mt. Sinai hospital.”

“Why does Jenny look so exhausted?  What happened?”

“You got hit by that bus.  What, no one ever tell you to look both ways?”  I grinned, trying to lighten things up a bit.

“But I should have been up and going right away.”

“Not if you had part of the bus embedded in your brain.”

Her eyes got wide again.  “Damn!”

“For reference, I am very proud of you, but your life is not worth an old lady’s purse.  If you are chasing someone, look before crossing, okay?”

“Yes, Master.”

I was slightly worried, my girls hadn’t called me Master like that for a while, we had sort of settled on ‘sir’.  I smiled at her, then went over and woke up Jenny.  I nodded back at Hen, and Jenny jumped up and went over to her and started the usual doctor stuff with the poking, prodding, and flashlight.  I went to the door and told Fawn to pass it on that Hen was awake.  She smiled and called it in.

Jenny talked with her for a bit.  Then she quickly asked a few more questions.  She patted Hen’s hand, then came over to Fawn and me.  “She seems okay except for a slight change in her thinking.  I don’t know if it is because she just woke up or what, but she is absolute in her beliefs, there is no maybes or could bes.  Tom, you are her Master, no ifs, ands or buts.  Most of us feel that way, but realize you are human too.  She thinks you are god.  We are her sisters, and are essentially angels.  It is a very strange psychological phenomenon.”

“Well, as long as we get her back to the estate, isolated from the public, that should be okay for now.  We were going to send the plane back to get more security for the wedding, could you fly with her back, turn her over to Dr. White since he specializes in rehabilitation, and come back with the troops?  I know you will want to stay with Hen, but I would really like you back here for political reasons.”

“You are right, I really want to stay with her, but in reality there is no need.  I will return with the troops.  She will stay here for one more day however.  Tell Beth and Maria that we are leaving first thing Wednesday morning.  By the way, out of curiosity, who did you call in the favor with to get them to let me operate here?  That is against so many rules it is ridiculous.  That poor administrator guy was practically wetting his pants, both in fear and in bureaucratic frustration.”

I grinned, “It was quite the sight, wasn’t it?  We have William Pendelson to thank for that.”

Her eyes went wide.  “Big guns.  I am actually surprised he didn’t wet his pants if that was who told him to let me do my job.”

“Pendelson is a good politician.  He knows that we will be dealing with each other for the next century or two, so he makes sure that we are friends.”

“Smart guy.”  She turned and went back to her patient.  Fawn was calling in the schedule to the pilots.

I said to Fawn, “Tell Kit to bring your dress or street clothes, you pick, then you, Trisha and I are going out on the town.  Tell Kit I will go with her tomorrow.”

“Yes, boss,” she said with a grin.

The three of us went shopping.  I got the two of them some beautiful diamond jewelry, I also got the matching jewelry sets for Kit and Jenny and had them sent to the room.  I got a nice diamond bracelet for Hen.  Since none of my girls could wear anything but clip-on earrings, it was a bit difficult to find earrings.  Any piercings healed within seconds.  Not that I personally minded too much, I thought it was a barbaric custom anyway.  I did buy a couple dozen diamond anklets that I had shipped back to the estate for Christmas presents.  I also had sent to the plane a couple dozen “I love NY” t-shirts and other tourist stuff for trip gifts when I got home.

The girls weren’t spending anything, so I marched into Macy’s and told them to buy something.  They had a little trouble, the clothes, makeup and perfume weren’t all that interesting to them, and there wasn’t much left.  They actually asked that if they had to buy something, if they could hit the sporting goods store down the street instead.  I agreed and the two of them ended up picking up fancy hunting gear and new boots.  Trisha told me that Grandma May designed beautiful dresses that were custom fitted to each of them, so they didn’t need those, and perfumes just stunk.  Makeup wasn’t needed with their perfect health.  I couldn’t agree more.  They enjoyed the jewelry, so at least that was nice and feminine.

The next day, while Jenny flew back with Hen, I took Kit and Trisha out.  She was a little more into clothes, but she was more interested in costumes than normal clothes.  I guess that was from years as a stage performer.

Jenny was back Thursday, and Thursday afternoon she and Lizzie had their brides maids dress fittings.  We still hadn’t run into Horace or Tammi, although Tammi’s mother was at the dress fitting along with Tammi’s little sister, a hottie freshmen named Winnie.  I wasn’t allowed in, of course, but I met them afterwards. 

Tammi’s mother went to meet up with Lizzie to do final checks on the cake with the planner while Winnie choose to hang out with us.  From the stares and giggles, I think she had a crush on me like many of the other girls her age.  I was very very tempted, she was even hotter than her sister Tammi.  If the occasion arose, I would go for it.  Tammi’s mom, Annie, was pretty hot too, especially for someone in her forties.  She was divorced.  I decided that I would take both Annie and Winnie if the chance arose.

Chapter 53

I had to go get my Tux fitted Friday.  I ran into Horace, Evan (the best man), and two of their friends, Steve and Quincy.  Steve and Quincy kept remarking on how Horace looked like he was a teenager.  They were college roommates of Horace’s, and were in their 50s.  I finally said, “$100 million and you could look like a teenager again too.”  They looked at each other, at me, then at Horace and Evan, and then didn’t say anything more.

Evan took me aside and said, “Bachelor Party, Monday night, Cat’s Meow Gentlemen’s club.”

I said, “I have two experts at club security, should I have them take care of it?”

He smiled, “I was hoping you’d say that.”

I smiled back, then went to the door.  Outside were all the security guards for each of us.  I called them all over.  “Ladies and Gents, the Bachelor party will be Monday night at the Cat’s Meow club.  In charge of security is Kit here, and her sister Maddie who will be joining you.  (She had flown in with the ten guards.)  They are experts at club security.  All of you will be working with them.  Please see to it.”  They all knew me and nodded.  Steve and Quincy didn’t have any guards, and Horace’s and Evan’s were good friends of my girls.  I went back in.  I was up for my fitting.

That weekend I took all of my girls who where in New York out on the town.  All except Maddie and Kit who were very busy arranging the bachelor party.  They essentially took over the club for Monday.  They vetted all the dancers, getting rid of two who were druggies and another who just had a bad attitude.  On the dancers’ recommendations, they brought in three replacements.  Since there were only going to be about twenty of us, and the club was closed to regular customers that evening, Kit laid out a full buffet on one side.  She told me Sunday, “Maddie is going undercover.  She will be one of the dancers.”

Since Maddie was a dancer before she was a marine, it was the perfect cover.  I said so, “Good idea whichever one of you thought of it.”

“Thank you, we both thought of it.  She is off getting some Henna tattoos right now.  Regular ones fade too fast, within hours, but since Henna is on the skin rather than in it, it fades normally.”

“Good thinking.”  I pulled her to me for a big smooch.  She melted against me.  “How did you two decide which one was going undercover?”

“It has been a while and she thought it might be fun.” 

“Good, I like it when my girls have fun.  Makes me feel good too.”  I smooched her again.

“Oh, there will be fun tomorrow, the dancers and I have come up with quite the show.  And there is a surprise.”

The next day, we shanghaied Horace (his security knew all about it so they went along) and hauled him over to the Cat’s Meow.  The place was filled up with close to twenty of Horace’s friends, who all cheered him as he walked in.  He pretended to get mad and shake his fist, then he grabbed a beer.  It was pointless since he was unable to get drunk, but I guess he liked the taste.  I personally didn’t like beer, it always makes my nose itch.

There was a lot of hand shaking, hugging, and male bonding cussing, then the show started.  The dancers had a full burlesque dance with pink and white boas, dancing, high kicks, and the whole works.  Maddie was on the end.  The announcer said, “And now, the star of our show, Tammi Wells!”  And out pranced the bride to be in a g-string!  She had a very hot dance number that ended with her collapsing on Horace’s lap.  The rest of us waited to see what his reaction would be.  He kissed her hard, then began clapping and cheering.  We all joined in when we realized he was okay with it.  I noticed that she had no stretch marks and was hot as ever.  I guess that Horace had her on TMJ, probably so he wouldn’t appear younger than she did.

Two dancers, including Maddie, came out and began standard pole dances while the rest sashayed out and mingled.  These girls were the pick of New York and pretty damn hot, all of them.  Two came over and snuggled up to me.  A super hot sex bomb blonde and a girl-next-door type brunette both dressed only in g-strings like Tammi.  I had them giggling and rubbing against me in no time.  I noticed that Horace was getting hot and heavy with his fiancé.  That is when I also noticed that the guards were on alert and Kit had disappeared. 

“Excuse me for a minute, ladies,” I said and got up and headed for the door.  No one else seemed to notice.  I asked one of Horace’s guys what was going on.

“There is trouble outside.”

“What kind of trouble?”

“The police are here.  Apparently someone reported underage drinking and prostitution.”

“Sigh.  Take me to him.”  He led me out front where several police cars were parked with their lights on.  I went up to the guy who was arguing with Kit.  “May I help you officer?”

“Yes, could you please tell the young lady to get out of my way.”

“What is the complaint officer?”

“We have reports of underage drinking and prostitution.”

“Since I am the only person here under 21, you may test my BAL.  I haven’t drunk anything except Dr. Pepper.  As for prostitution, the closest thing are a few lapdances, and I don’t see your problem, after all it is a strip club and a bachelor party.  You are welcome to come in and observe, but please don’t bother anyone.”

“Why not?”

“Because it is a bachelor party.  Look, between Horace Anton, the groom, Evan Williams, the best man, and myself, we could buy half of Manhattan.  I don’t think you really want to do this.”

“You are telling me that this is Horace Anton’s bachelor party?  Shit.  Please excuse me, I have someone to go kill.  Please convey the apologies of the NYPD.”  He said something into his radio, turned and left.  All the other cars following.  I guess someone was out to get that guy in trouble.

I said to Kit, “Start an investigation to find out who called in that tip to the police.” 

I went back inside, got my two ladies, and we hit the buffet.  Evan was there and he asked me, “What was that all about?”

“Oh, someone called the cops and made a bunch of charges, trying to get us in trouble.  I mentioned a few names to the officer in charge, and he left to go take care of it.  I also told my security to find out who it was.”

“Thanks for covering it.  This is Horace’s night.”

“No problem.  By the way, do you have a girlfriend yet?”

“Not yet, although with some of the lovelies here, I am considering following Horace’s example.”

“Heh, I am thinking of recruiting some myself.”  I squeezed the girls on each side of me.  They giggled.

“Yeah, I am afraid that I am not good with the ladies, after spending most of my life in a chair, I am more used to watching.”

I glanced at my two giggling companions.  “Ladies, why don’t you go find some female companionship for Evan here then rejoin me.”  As they took off on their mission, Evan started protesting.  I said, “Evan, you need to get on the horse, and a bachelor party is the perfect place.”

The girls were back with what had to be the hottest girl in the place.  She actually made all the other girls, except a few of my guards, look plain.  Both Evan and I were struck dumb as we stared at the perfect auburn haired lady in a g-string.  The two girls cuddled back up to me as the newcomer snuggled up to Evan, his jaw still hanging.  The girl on my left whispered, “That is Starshine.  She is the sister to Moon, one of the other dancers.  She just started a week ago, and every man has that reaction to her.  The rest of us are both amused and jealous.”

I whispered back, “I can see why.  I sure hope she can break through to Evan.  If you get a chance to talk to her, tell her if she can break Evan out of his shell, it will be well worth it to her.  And if she fails, I will still tip her $50K.”

Her eyes got big.  She went over and whispered in Starshine’s ear, whose eyes widened slightly, but kept her seductive smile.

I squeezed the asses of the two girls I had and led them back to a couch.  I was happy just to snuggle with the two hotties, I was used to being surrounded by pretty girls.  Being professional, they read me and thus were happy just to snuggle as well.

The one on my left asked, “Who is Kit anyway?  She knows all the ins and outs of dancing, but she is obviously a G.I. Joe.”

“She used to dance at Jerry’s in Washington, D.C.”

“Really?  Cool.  I’ve heard of Jerry’s.  Supposed to be a great place to work.  I hear the boss actually looks out for his girls.”

“From what I saw, that is right.  He even provided apartments for them upstairs.”

The other girl said, “Wow.  I wish it was like that here.”

The first girl suddenly snapped her fingers, “Shit!  She is Kitten!”

“Not THE Kitten?!?”

I said, “That was her stage name, yes.  I take it she is well known?”

Left girl said, “She is rated one of the top exotic dancers in the world.  I hadn’t realized she had retired.”

Right girl sighed, “Wow.  A real celebrity.  ‘The Kitten’, in our club.”

I said, “Come with me.”  I got up, pulling the two with me.  I led them over to the door where Kit had stationed herself.  “Kit, you have two fans here.  Why don’t you talk to them for a bit while I do the rounds?”

The two girls stood there like statues, eyes big.  I patted their asses and left them frozen in front of a smiling Kit.  I went and hit the can, then wandered about, making sure everyone had what they needed.  Horace was still making out with his fiancé; Starshine had Evan in a chair and she was on his lap, straddling him as they made out and he squeezed her perfect ass.  Steve and Quincy both had a lap dancer.  A lot of the other guys were cuddling with a dancer as they dropped tips on the stage and cheered.  Maddie was on stage enjoying herself.  I slipped a C note into her pile of tips.  She saw and gave me a hug, with lots of cheering and cat calls.  I watched for a bit, then headed back over to Kit and the two dancers who had claimed me.

As I resumed my spot between the two dancers, Kit said, “Boss, can I sponsor these two for the sisterhood?”

“Of course you can.  Are they interested?”

The outspoken one said, “Hell yes!”  Her partner nodded.

“Then after the party, go with Kit.  She will bring you back to our room.  Okay?”

“Okay.”

“If you think anyone else would like to be in the sisterhood, then have them talk to Kit too.”

“Hmmm, several of the girls would be interested in that.  Too bad Starshine is so into Evan, she would really go for it.”

“If she can get Evan to fall for her, she will be happy.  If not, she can always join us.”

I needn’t have worried.  Starshine, real name Charlotte, went home with Evan in the morning.  Six of the dancers came back with Kit, including Charlotte’s sister Olivia (dancing name, Moon), and my two, Sara and Tawny.

I told Kit, “Give me a blow job.”  She eagerly fell to her knees and started a enthusiastic blow job.  Just before I spurted, I looked at the row of hotties and said, “Kneel and open your mouths”.  They all did so without question.  I filled Kit’s and their mouths with a whole night’s worth of spunk.  They all zoned out.  I whispered in Kit’s ear, “Wake up and tell them how wonderful and sexy your master is, how great the sisterhood is, their place in it, and how they must really love and obey their master.”

She immediately started telling them all about everything, leaning down to whisper things in their ears.  I couldn’t resist and slid home in that beautiful pussy as she bent over.  Between thrusts she continued giving her indoctrination, I am sure the “Oh, this is so wonderful!” comments helped as well.  It wasn’t long before I had them all on the edge of the couch with their knees pulled to their shoulders as I filled them with baby butter.  As I was finishing up with the last one, Kit was showing the first one how to scoop up fingerfuls from her pussy and talk about how wonderful I was to reinforce everything.

We had been up all night so I grabbed Maddie and the two of us curled up in bed and fell asleep.

That afternoon I took Trisha, Fawn, Jenny and Lizzie, picked up Annie and Winnie, and we headed for Tiffany’s.  We had to find wedding presents.  Since Annie was not very rich, and both Jenny and Lizzie were my girls, they just picked things out and I paid for them.  That afternoon cost $1.6 million.  Women and their sparkly things...

I felt out Annie, finding out that she was divorced and not currently dating.  Perfect.  Winnie definitely had the same crush on me that most girls from our hometown did.  I invited them up to the suite, handed them each a chocolate from my emergency stash, and they immediately gobbled them down.  They zoned out.  “You both realize that you are head over heels in love with me.  You cannot conceive of living apart from me.  Your pussy aches with need whenever you are away from me.  When you are near me it drips with desire.  You are happy to join with my other girls, joining the sisterhood of love slaves.  You will never be alone again, and are happy living with your sisters.  You are happy when I am with a sister, even if it isn’t you, because then I am happy so you are happy.  Now wake up and join the sisterhood of love slaves.” 

They blinked and Annie said, “Wow, those are some chocolates!”

Winnie said, “OMG.”

I pulled the two of them into a big hug.  “Both of you, welcome to the family.”  They both hugged me back and snuggled.  The both murmured in perfect harmony into my chest, “I love you so much it hurts.”

I let them cuddle for a bit, then said, “Why don’t you go talk to your sisters.  You need to switch hotel rooms and plan your move to my place.”

They nodded, then reluctantly left and went into the next room where a good dozen of my girls were sitting around gossiping.  The second they walked in, they were surrounded and hugged.

I nabbed two of my marines, Ursula and Red, who were in their street clothes, and went for a walk across the park.  I made out with each of them in some of the tunnels, bought some popcorn which we shared, and later a hotdog and lemonade apiece.  We were a bit late for the Zoo, but they had a good time.  I saw them surreptitiously texting, so I knew that Trisha knew where I was and didn’t worry.

We got back around eight, watched the two NCIS episodes, and hit the sack, I somehow ended up with Winnie and Red in bed.  I awoke to Winnie pole riding me.  Considering she was a virgin, she was very good.

I took Tanya, the backup pilot, and Courtney, then headed for the zoo.  It was an okay zoo, obviously more there for the people than for the animals.  A little disappointed, I led the girls to the subway and took it to Chinatown.  They had enjoyed the zoo, but the two of them went on high alert as we walked down 2^nd avenue.  They weren’t much happier as we turned left on Grand and entered Little Italy.  So they were happier, we went and looked around from the observation deck on the Empire State building.

We grabbed ten Original Ray’s pizzas and headed back to the hotel.  The girls loved ‘em.  They were pretty good.  We all decided to go swimming and headed for the hotel pool.  There wasn’t anyone there, so we all went skinny dipping.  That was fun.  The only one of us that didn’t look like a hot teenager was Annie.  She was a little embarrassed about it, but was happy when she was told she would be young again like the rest of us by Christmas.  She was really happy about that, with an evil grin.  I asked her what the grin was for.

“My ex, may he rot in hell, left me for his teeny-bopper receptionist.  I will be young again soon, and when I was that age I was much hotter than the bitch he left me for.  I am imagining wearing a skimpy outfit and meeting him face to face.”

I laughed, “I would love to see that too.  The guy is an idiot though, you are damn hot now, rejuv not withstanding.”  I pulled her to me and gave her a long hot kiss, squeezing her ass.  I laid her back on a deck chair and slid home deep into her.  I slowly made love to her, taking her through four orgasms before filling her up with man cream, making her have a final massive orgasm where she passed out, drooling on the chair.  I love doing that.

Turning, I dove into the pool and spent the next hour squeezing deliciously round parts of teenage girls.  Annie woke up and joined the fun, her self-consciousness gone.

Chapter 54

On the way back to the room, as we got off the elevator, I saw a maid on a stretcher being loaded on the freight elevator.  I asked the floor butler what happened.  “Consuela was really raring to go yesterday, but she collapsed in the middle of her shift today.  We are taking her to the hospital.”

I had a horrible thought.  I ran to my room, my girls following, I checked out the refrigerator.  Sure enough, there were six chocolates missing, and I had only used two for Annie and Winnie.  Trisha asked, “What’s going on?” when I groaned and leaned against the wall.

“The maid stole some chocolates.”

“Oh, shit.”

“We’ll have to rescue her, but she will be out of a job when we report the theft.  And, of course, she will need the patch too.  I would say give her a job at the Hospital, but that would be rewarding her for theft.  However, she can’t just sit around.”

“I don’t see much alternative.  Shit. Shit. Shit.”

“Neither do I.  *sigh*  Let’s go talk to the floor butler.”

We went back down the hall to the floor station.  “Frank, there is a problem.”

“How can I help you, sir?”

“The reason the maid got sick is that she ate some prescription chocolates that were in my refrigerator.”

“That is unfortunate.  I will contact the hotel manager immediately.”  He picked up the phone and called the manager.  He murmured into the phone for a minute.  Looking up he said, “Mr. Donnelly, the manager, will be right up.”

A minute later the freight elevator dinged and out came a worried looking man around 40.  He hurried over.  “Mr. Johnson?”

“Yes.”

“I understand that you are missing some items from your room?”

“There are prescription chocolates missing.  The problem is that anyone eating them will get very sick and lapse into a coma.  When I saw the maid, Consuela, taken out on a stretcher, I checked and four are missing.”

“Is it possible that someone else took them?”

“No, my people know better.  Now stop trying to cover the hotel’s ass and get us to the hospital where the maid is so we can treat her before it is too late.  We can get the damned lawyers involved later.”

“Yes, sir.  Good point, sir.  Frank, where did they take her?”

“Mt. Sinai, sir.”

I said, “Trisha, get Jenny and get over there.  I’ll join you in a minute.”

“Yes, sir.”  She took off.

I looked at the floor butler, “Frank, immediately check with the staff and see if Consuela shared the loot.”

Frank looked at the manager, who nodded.  He took off.

I said, “I realize that Consuela will lose her job anyway, but I won’t press charges.  With the value of those chocolates, it would cause more problems that any of us want.”

“Exactly what is their value?”

“$100 million a chocolate.”

“And she took four?  Holy shit!”  He turned pale and started to look panicky.

“I said that I won’t press charges, but I have a dilemma here.  Anyone who ate one will need medication for life.  And my company is the only source of that medication.  So I will have to offer them a job.”

I hit the button on the down elevator.  “For their sakes, let me know if she gave the chocolates to anyone.  I am going to go talk to her.”

A quick jog over to the hospital, where Fawn (who was following), directed me to a room where Jenny and Trisha were waiting.  When I came in, Jenny applied a patch on Consuela’s arm.

Consuela was in her 50s, overweight, and dyed her hair a strange shade of orange-red.  She popped out of the coma fast.  “Ai, mi Dios!” she exclaimed as she saw the hospital room.  “What am I doing here?”

I stepped forward.  “You ate some of the chocolates from my room.”

“But the box already had two chocolates gone!”

“That is beside the point.  You have permanently damaged your immune system by eating the prescription chocolates.  You almost died.”

She turned pale.  I went on.  “The good doctor here has given you a patch which will keep you alive temporarily.  You need a new one every few weeks.  You have a choice.  Go to jail on Grand Larceny and spend the next 20 years there, working like crazy to make the money to pay for your $500 patches, or you will work in my hospital, cleaning rooms and doing laundry.  Your choice.”

“But what about my girl, is she sick too?”

“Why, did you give her a chocolate?”

“Sí.”

“When?”

“Yesterday.”

“Then she won’t get sick until tomorrow.”

“Ai, what have I done?”  She started sobbing.  I steeled myself.  It was her own fault for being a thief.

“Anyone else you give one to?”

“Francisca at work.  The last one is in my fridge at home.”

I said, “Trisha, take Consuela home, Jenny you go with her in case her kid is sick, I will go find Francisca.”

Back at the hotel, the manager said, “We have interviewed the staff.  Nobody has eaten anything Consuela has given them.”

“What about Francisca?  Consuela said that she gave her one.”

“She didn’t report in to work today.”

“Shit.  Where does she live?”

“199 W 140th.  Apartment 412.”

That wasn’t far, just a few blocks north of Central Park in Harlem.  I took off with four guards, running.  The traffic was horrible, afternoon rush hour.  We ran at a good 40 MPH, whizzing past everyone on the sidewalk and through traffic.  We dashed up the stairs and knocked on the door of 412.

“Hola?”

“Francisca?  I am from the hotel.  Consuela gave you a bad chocolate the day before yesterday, and you may be seriously ill.”

She opened the door a crack.  “I recognize you.  You are the guy with all the girls at the hotel.”  She was very pretty.  About 25.

“Yes.  Consuela stole some of what looked like chocolates from my room fridge.  It is very dangerous.  If you have eaten any, we need to talk to you.  Now.”

She looked at the six marines behind me.  “Not much I can do to stop you.”  She opened the door and let us in.  “So you say that wonderful chocolate she gave me on Monday was poisonous?  And that is why I feel like crap?”

“Not exactly poisonous, but yes.”

“Damn.  I am going to kill her.”

“Well, we caught you before you got really sick.  Hopefully we also caught her kid.”

“Camilla?  It is actually her grandkid, but I hope so too.  Camilla is a great kid.  So you have a cure for this thing?”

“Sort of.  We have a patch,” and I handed her a patch, “which will cure it as long as you wear one.  You need a new one every four weeks, forever.”

“Well, shit!”  She slapped it on and percolated for a bit.

I said, “On the good side, you will be in perfect health for the rest of your life.  On the bad side, each one of those patches costs $500.”

“$500 a patch!  I can’t afford that!”

“I know.  This was meant for the very rich.  Each one of those chocolates cost 100 million dollars.”

Her eyes got really big and she fell back onto a chair.

“If you can afford the patch, that is fine with me.  Otherwise, I am offering you a job working at one of my facilities, a hospital, cleaning rooms to start with.  I will provide a studio apartment.  You will get free patches.”

“I don’t have much choice.  Is it far from here?  I have my mom to take care of.”

“Bring her with you.  We’ll get you a bigger apartment.  Free health care too.”

“Deal.”

I handed her an estate card.  “Call this number to arrange to move you and your mother.  If you lose that patch for some reason, immediately call.  And by the way, as a bonus, you will be Consuela’s supervisor.  She has a lot to work off.  Try not to be too vindictive, she does have a granddaughter to take care of.”

She nodded.  “I’ll see you in a week or so then.”

We left and headed over to Consuela’s apartment.  Apparently the kid had snitched the second chocolate from the fridge, so she was okay.  She and her grandmother had their patches now.  Camilla was twelve and very pretty.  She put on her patch because her grandma said to do so, but she was getting stubborn. 

I arrived.  Camilla looked at me, smiled, then caught herself and said, “Maybe you can tell me what is going on.”

“It is pretty serious, are you sure you want to know?”

“Hell, yes.”

“Your grandmother stole those chocolates.”

“I don’t believe it.  She would never do that.”  She tried to look defiant, but she was scared.

“They weren’t really chocolates, they were special prescription only and very dangerous.”

“I still don’t believe it.”  She looked really scared.

“Besides the fact that they were very expensive, she ate one and gave both you and Francisca one.  All of you need those patches to stay alive now, and they cost $500 each.”

“$500 each?” she squeaked then slumped into a chair.

“Because of you, and because I am a pushover,” my guards snickered, “she is coming to work for me to help pay off her debt.  For you it is a good deal, you will automatically be enrolled in the Susberg private school; which is a very good school.”

“Susberg, is that we are going?”

“Yes.  You will like it there.  Very modern, lots of parks and almost everything is free.”

“Is there a lake?”

“Certainly, there are three of them.  Also several giant swimming pools with waterslides.”

“Okay, let’s go.”  She headed for the door.

“Not so fast!  A moving company will drop off boxes later today, you and your grandma need to pack them, then tomorrow morning they will pick them all up.  Do you have a car?”

“No.”

“Then you can fly home with us on Sunday.”

“Cool!  We get to fly?”

“Yup.”  I handed her my personal card.  “Any problems, call me.  And leave that patch on, even in the shower.”

She nodded.  I said, “Talk to you later!”  I left with eight marines following.  I told Trisha, “Call the movers for them.”  As she was doing so, I asked, “I am going to walk back, you ladies can come with me or take the car back.”  I ran back to the hotel.  I really didn’t care who saw us.  What could they do?

When we got back to the hotel, I saw the manager writhing his hands in the corner.  I went over.  “Situation taken care of.  Consuela and Francisca will not be returning, except maybe to clean out their lockers.  Pass on to the staff this lesson.  If we had already checked out, all three of them would be dead.  Don’t steal from your customers.”  I left him and went up to the room.  I checked again, good, only six missing.

I waved the girls in the room, about ten of them, to get undressed while I did so as well.  Then I spent the next few hours watching TV and snuggling with beautiful sexy girls.  Even though they nuzzled my cock a bit, I really just wanted to snuggle.

Soon I went to bed cuddling with my bevy of beauties.

The next day was for the final fittings.  We spent most of the day getting poked and prodded.  While the gay tailor was having fun poking our balls, Horace commented, “I heard that someone stole some TMJ from your hotel room.”

“Yeah, I had it inside some chocolates for easy use – it was for emergencies.  What a mess that caused.”

“I’ll bet.”

“She gave it to her friend and to her granddaughter.  Now I have move the whole bunch in as workers.”

“You are a soft touch, you know that, right?”

“Yeah, I know.  I just can’t let them die because my maid is an idiot.  She will be working it off for the next two hundred years, though.”

He snorted.  “With you, more like six months.  Softie.”

I changed the subject.  “So Evan, how’s it going with Charlotte?“

Horace asked, “Is Charlotte the one I saw Evan with Monday?”

“Yup.  Come-on Evan, spill.”

Evan was blushing.  “My only comment at this point – Wow!”

“She’s going back with you, then?”

“I sure hope so!”

Horace said, “You had better ask her.  So she knows you are serious.”

“Good idea, I’ll do that when we are done here.”

After the fitting, Horace came up to me, “Tom, I am planning on giving TMJ to Steve and Quincy as a groom’s gift.  Any issues with that?”

“Only that I hope they can afford the patches, and that they aren’t married.”

“They are both trust fund brats, they can easily afford the patches but not the initial dose, and both are divorced.”

“No issues then.  Just don’t give it away to anyone I can sell it to.  I need to make more sales.”

“Talk to me in a month when I am back from the honeymoon, I have a list for you.”

“Sounds good.  I’ll see you at the rehearsal tomorrow at four.”

Chapter 55

We were at the church at three-thirty the next day.  We brought Elizabeth, who had been tagging along in the background all week.  She met Henry and they took off exploring, a pair of bodyguards struggling to keep up with the three year olds.

I gave Tammi a big hug.  Except for the party on Monday, I hadn’t seen her.  The old pastor let us all hug and gossip for a while, then called us to order.  We went through the wedding twice, Elizabeth and Henry not really cooperating.  They just wanted to go play.

We all headed out to the Rehearsal Dinner at some fancy restaurant.  I wasn’t paying much attention, I was deep in conversation with Tammi.  She had completed her GED, and we were discussing online colleges.  Both of us were way too busy for normal college.

We had to stop the conversation when we arrived because of the assigned seats for the wedding party.  Good thing there were, Tammi’s dad was there with his trophy bimbo, who was pretty, but was outshone by every other woman in the room.  They were seated two tables away from Annie and Winnie.

It was a pretty sedate dinner.  Tammi’s bimbo step-mom did some loud whimpering to get attention, but it was quiet otherwise.  Toward the end we did some toasts and Horace handed out the groom’s gifts while Tammi handed out the bride’s gifts.  Steve and Quincy got little boxes with a note saying that their surprise was later, and that they didn’t need $100 million.  They were a little confused.  Evan and I got open ended cruise tickets.  Horace shrugged when we looked a little puzzled, “What can I possibly get you two that you don’t have?”

After the meal, and everyone except us had left, Horace whipped out two NDAs and had puzzled and curious Steve and Quincy sign them.  “Gentlemen, remember our conversation about how I look so young?”

They looked at each other.  Quincy shrugged, “Yes.”

“If you are interested, I will pay starting expenses for you to also look 18 forever.  The running cost for the drug, called TMJ by the way, is $500 a month.  Once you start, you can’t stop, though.”

The two of them looked at each other.  Steve said, “Considering I am approaching sixty, and am single, and am having prostrate problems, you bet your ass I want it.”

Quincy said, “While I am not as eloquent at Steve, I agree with him.”

Horace handed each of them three TMJ tablets and a patch.  They put on the patch and downed the TMJ tablets.  I quickly said, “Wake up to your new life!”  They blinked a few times then Quincy said, “Now what?”

I handed each of them one of the new Johnson Pharmaceutical business cards.  “Call this number sometime in the next month and arrange for the patch subscription.  That is it.  You will never be sick again and in about four months you will look like a teenager.”

“Is that it?”  They were surprised.

Horace laughed, “Yup.  As long as you wear your patches, you are now immortal.”

“Immortal?”

I answered, “We surmise.  What is the logical result of being 18 forever?  No old age infirmities like heart disease or strokes to die from.  Your body will instantly fix any problems you have.  Including drug abuse and alcohol intoxication.”  I added the last because Quincy had overdone it last Monday.

The two of them slumped back.  Steve muttered, “Holy shit.”

Horace said, “We’ll leave you now.  You will start to feel the effects by morning.”

The next morning was bright and clear.  The wedding had been announced in all the society pages, so Trisha and her crew were busy.  They found three paparazzi hiding in the church that they rousted.  They had ten guards around the perimeter plus five in front of the church checking invitations.  Another five were inside.

Tammi and Horace were in their respective rooms getting ready by ten.  We did pictures at noon, including a few out front for the press.  The church started to fill about one, and we were in out positions by quarter to two.  As the bell rang two o’clock, the flower girl, Elizabeth, went down the aisle throwing rose petals.  Henry followed with the ring.  The bridesmaids slowly followed, then Tammi’s dad, Dean, walked her to the alter.  His bimbo looked upset, probably because someone else was getting the attention. 

It was a full Lutheran ceremony, similar to the Catholic one.  We did communion, did the presentation, got the blessing, and then escorted the bridesmaids out.  I saw Charlotte in the congregation; I guess Evan was really hooked on her.  Good.  Horace and Tammi climbed into the ‘Just Married’ stretch hummer and we followed.  It was a standard reception, the only drama was the father-daughter dance, his bimbo really had a temper tantrum.  Annie had to really fight to keep her snickering under control.  The cake was wonderful, and the dinner was great.

The dancing went a good chunk of the night.  The groomsmen, bride, groom, Annie and Winnie all had virtually unlimited endurance, and we didn’t notice how worn out everyone else was until around 3 AM.  We quickly wrapped things up at that point.

Horace and Tammi took off early for a week’s honeymoon.  They didn’t tell anyone where they were going.  Henry was coming with us until they got back.

At the airport waiting to go were Consuela, Camilla, Francisca and Francisca’s mom, Jazmina.  I guess Francisca got finished packing in time.  Camilla was bouncing all over the place.  She had never left New York, much less flown anywhere.  Jazmina was a fun old lady, always cracking jokes and having a big smile.  When I heard she had been forced to retire from being a schoolteacher for health reasons, I had a talk with her and gave her a dose of TMJ.  She would be working in the estate school.

We flew back in two flights, our plane only could seat fifteen.  The ‘civilians’ flew back, then the pilots went back and got the rest of the guards.  Annie and Winnie flew back with us since they were locals and were planning on moving in with us ASAP anyway.

Three days later, Darla recruited Camilla.  I didn’t mind at all.  Darla was in the ninth grade, and Camilla had tested into the seventh.  I was a little curious where they had met, since they went to different schools.  She told me that they were both members of the TJ club.  It was a club where they all met to talk about me.  I really debated whether that was going too far.  I investigated and found out that it was a lot like the scouts, they went on camping trips, visited places, did volunteer work, promoted education, as well as have informal meetings.  I decided to let it go.

Dr. White had released Hen for limited duty.  He, like Jenny, didn’t understand her personality change, but felt that as long as she didn’t interact with the outside world, she was okay.  She was still interpreting everything as black and white, no grays.

Another problem arose from the girls rescued from the slave ring.  Several of the younger kids were causing a lot of trouble.  The older kids weren’t an issue.  I asked one of the older girls, Farrah, who was eleven years old, to my office.

As she snuggled into my lap, playing with my hard cock, I asked her, “Farrah, do you know why your younger cousin sisters are acting up?”

“Because they are not part of the family.”

“What do you mean?  They are in the nursery along with all the other little kids.  Are the other kids treating them badly?”

“No, that isn’t the problem.”  She kissed the tip of my penis and swirled her tongue around inside the foreskin.  “You have taken us older cousin sisters, but they feel abandoned.”

“Why?  They are welcome to come in here and cuddle, like you are doing, any time they want.  They are just too small to fuck yet.”

“Really?  Master Tom, wait here a second.”  She got up and dashed off past Wendy, who was watching like usual, even though she was due any day.  Farrah was back in fifteen seconds with two eight year olds.  They climbed in my lap and both hugged me tight, crying.  I hugged them back.  Farrah climbed in between them and pole sat, her pussy milking me like she had been trained to do by the slavers.  As I blasted her full of cum, she shivered in an orgasm.  As she was recovering, she took fingerfuls of cum from herself and fed them to the two girls cuddling with me as she whispered in their ears.  A few minutes later the two smiling girls gave me a squeeze and got up and left.  Farrah leaned forward and hugged me.  “Master Tom, the problem is solved.”

“Where did you learn to do that?”  The only people who knew about the cum programming were a few of the guards.  And Darla, who had figured it out.

“Do what?”

“Feed them some cum before talking to them?”

“Isn’t that the rule?”

“Which rule?”

“That you have to give a girl some cum and tell them about you, Master Tom?  That is how they join the sisterhood.”

“Yes, that is the rule, but I am surprised you know it.  I thought only Wendy, Darla and I knew it.”

“Oh, every one of your girls knows it.  We discuss it all the time.”

“You realize that it is very dangerous, and that you should only use it for new sisters, and only to tell them how wonderful I am and how great the sisterhood is, don’t you?”

“Duh, of course.”

“Then good job.”  I gave her a big kiss.  She smiled, got up with a slurp, then ran off.

I was surprised by Wendy suddenly saying, “Code 86, Master’s Study, Wendy”.  I looked sharply at her.  She smiled and said, “Guess what, my water just broke.”  Sure enough, there was a puddle on the floor beneath her.  Trisha, Val, Courtney, Irena, and Kit were there before she finished her sentence.  They walked her to a cart already waiting by the patio door.  The cart took off with Trisha driving and Val tending to Wendy.  The other four of us took off following the cart.  We were joined by several others, including Grandma Susan and my mother.  Jenny and Helen were waiting as the cart pulled into the ER bay.  No one was worried, childbirth on TMJ isn’t much of a problem, we were all more excited to have another niece; or daughter in my case.

An hour later, Wendy came out holding her baby.  She announced to the full waiting room, “Say hello to Sam Johnson.”  We were all surprised.  It was the first boy born to our family.  After 43 girls, I had not expected a boy. 

I said on the aside to Jenny, “Thank god, a boy.  That is a relief.”

She said, “Someone to carry on your name?”  I could hear a hint of ‘you have got to be kidding’ and ‘what a barbarian’ in her voice.

“Heck no, someone as backup in case something happens to grandpa or me.  I know that is a lot to dump on him at the tender age of 10 minutes, but, wow, does it make me feel better knowing that you and my other girls will be taken care of if something happens to the two of us, that has been my greatest worry through everything.”

Jenny gave me a big hug.  “I love you,” she murmured into my shoulder.

Chapter 56

It was only a matter of time.  I was hit by two simultaneous paternity suits.  Apparently some of the cheerleaders from summer camp in Florida weren’t too careful.  I told the calling lawyers to send DNA samples for testing.  One of the samples wasn’t even close, just a gold digger, I guess.  The other was a match.  I flew to Utah with the twins to meet the lawyer of Yurta Boker.

We met in his offices.  Across from me was a girl I vaguely remembered from the first cheer camp back before my freshman year.  She was pretty, blonde, and looked embarrassed.  Sitting next to her was a middle aged man with a big beer belly.  I would guess he was her father.

Their lawyer and the twins were going at it while we sat and waited.  They wanted a lot of money.  The twins, Valerie and Verla, were holding fast at visitation and trying to get the kid full time.

I looked over at Yurta and commented, “This would have been a lot easier if you had just called me.”

She said, “I wanted to a long time ago but my...”

“Shaddup!” said the disgusting guy next to her.  She cowed back.

We waited quietly another hour, then the lawyers announced that they couldn’t come to an agreement.  Yurta’s father grabbed her arm and dragged her out of the room.  It was before five, so the lawyers headed for the courthouse.  They managed to get the case on the docket for the next day. 

The next day their lawyer went on and on about the hardship caused by the teen pregnancy and the financial loss to Yurta’s family.  They painted a picture claiming complete neglect, saying that I had seduced her then ignored her and the kid.  I couldn’t believe the bold faced lies that their lawyer was spewing.  Yurta’s father kept a firm grip on Yurta and kept whispering things in her ear. The opposition’s lawyer then made his plea, wanting 100 million dollars plus ongoing child support. 

Verla got up and presented my side.  She related that Yurta had come to me one night during cheer camp; and that I hadn’t heard from her since.  She pointed out that several other women had come forward and that I had taken them and the children into my household.

I noticed that Yurta’s father was physically forcing her back into her seat.  I whispered into Verla’s ear, “We need to talk to the judge.”  She looked at me, then said out loud, “Your Honor, may we approach the bench?”

Verla and I, along with Yurta’s lawyer, went up to the bench.  The judge quietly asked, “Okay, what is up?”

I said, “Your Honor, one question then I’ll explain.”  She nodded.  I looked at Yurta’s lawyer.  “Sir, do you represent Yurta or her father?”

He thought for a moment then said, “I represent Yurta Boker and her daughter Katherine Boker.”

“Then I would like to ask, is your client under duress?”  The lawyer didn’t say anything.

The judge sat up and peered at the lawyer.  “Answer the question, Francis.  I want to know too.”

He sighed and said, “That is a possibility, your honor.  I am unable to determine for sure if she is complying willingly or not.”

The judge said, “Please take your seats.”  We did so.  She banged her gavel.  “I will see both litigants in my chambers, now.”  She banged it again.  She got up and the bailiff announced, “All rise!”

We followed the bailiff back to the judge’s chambers.  The judge gave whispered instructions to the bailiff, and Yurta’s father wasn’t let in, much to his protest.  The judge sat behind her desk, looked at Yurta and asked, “Yurta, do you want to be here?”

She glanced around, then suddenly broke down crying.  “N-No.  B-But I am h-happy to get out of the h-house.”

“Please explain, Ms. Boker.”

“I-I haven’t been allowed out of the house since I found out I was pregnant, your honor.  At least, not until my dad and his buddies decided to sue Tom.”  Once she started, she kept going.  “The only time I have left the house since a month after cheer camp was to go to the hospital for delivery and once for a broken arm.  Then one of my dad’s drinking buddies found out that Tom had money, so they decided to do all this.”

“And how did your arm get broken, Ms. Boker?”

“I ran into a door.”

“What really happened?”

She started crying again.  “My dad broke it holding me down during sex.  But it was my fault, he needed it and I said no.”

The judge was around her desk in an instant, holding the sobbing girl in her arms.  “No dear, it wasn’t your fault.”

The rest of us had been listening in horror.  We stood there quietly while the judge rocked the poor girl and made comforting noises to her like she was a little child.  After about five minutes, the judge asked her, “Will you repeat this in open court, Ms. Boker?”

She looked sad, “I cannot, your honor.  My daughter and I have nowhere else to go.”

Before the judge could answer, I interrupted, “Excuse me, but you do.  I am willing to offer an apartment, living expenses, daycare, and both GED and tuition to you, and of course full support for Katherine.”  I looked at Yurta, “I just wish you had called me four years ago.”

“I wish I had too.  But my dad wouldn’t let me.  He removed the house phone and kept his cell with him at all times.  I was too afraid to do anything.”

The judge asked, “Ms. Boker, do you accept the offer?”

“Heck, yes!”

“Then will you repeat your story in court and to a detective?”

“Yes, ma’am.”

The judge pulled a form out of a drawer, filled out a few things, then asked, “What is your father’s full name?”  Yurta told her.  Then she hit a button on her phone.  “Dan, could you come in here please?”  The bailiff came in.  She handed him the paper.  “Dan, please call in the police and have this bench warrant served immediately on Mr. Boker.”

“Yes, your honor.”  He left.

The judge looked at Yurta’s lawyer.  “Francis, I trust that you were unaware of the situation?”

“I had no knowledge, your honor.”

“Then let us return to the courtroom.” 

We filed out and back to our seats.  I noticed that Yurta’s lawyer sat her far enough away from her dad that he couldn’t reach her.  The bailiff announced, “All Rise for the honorable Judge Catherine Dewitt.”  We stood up.  The judge came in and sat down, then the bailiff announced, “Court is now in session.”

The judge said, “I believe that a consensus has been reached?”

Yurta’s lawyer said, “Yes, your honor.”  Yurta’s father was frantically trying to get the lawyer’s attention, but was being studiously ignored.

Verla said, “Yes, your honor.”

“Then based on the agreed to settlement, the case is dismissed.”  She hit the gavel on the sound block.  As she banged the gavel, two police officers came forward and handcuffed Yurta’s father.

“Stanley Vincent Boker, you are under arrest for unlawful imprisonment, assault, and rape.  You have the right to remain silent, you have the right to an attorney...” 

He suddenly yelled at Yurta, who was watching.  “You evil bitch!  First you cheat me out of your virginity, then you do this to me!  Ungrateful wench!  Just like your mother.  Glad I got rid of her!  Always trying to leave and take you from me.  I should have taken care of you like I took care of her!”  He was led away.

I went over to Yurta and said, “Let’s get Katherine and get you two away from here.”

We left the courthouse together, my lawyers and four marines leading the way.  Ten minutes later we were at her father’s house.  Inside was a beautiful little girl with a black eye.  As she and Yurta fell into each other’s arms, I took one look and said to Wendy, “Remind me to make sure that rat bastard gets the proper treatment in prison, like Robert.  No one does this to my family.”

She nodded with a grim smile.  “Gladly, Sir.”

We let Yurta and Katherine hug and cry for a while, then I said, “Why don’t you get packed?”

Yurta nodded and headed into the back room.  An hour later she had both SUVs stuffed full.  Fortunately the rental SUV had a fold out child seat.  Katherine was peering about with big eyes.  She had never left the house in her whole life.  We drove to the airport.  Yurta’s eyes got big like her daughter’s.  “We are flying to your place?  I thought you lived here!”  She was answered as we pulled up next to my jet.  I helped the two girls onto the plane as the guards transferred her stuff to the cargo hold.  Yurta took her seat in a stupor.  Katherine was quiet and did everything she was told.  Not natural for a four year old.  I resolved to do some TMJ repairs and programming for both of them after I had Helen check them out and document them physically.

When we arrived back I drove them to the hospital where I told Helen, “I want them documented, X-rays, rape kits, photos, blood work, everything.  Call me when you are done.”  She nodded.  I went back to the house and picked up a box of chocolates. 

A few hours later Helen called.  I ran back over.  Helen gave her report.  “There are many partially healed fractures.  A lot of bruising.  Vaginal tearing on both of them.  Katherine may have a case of shaken baby syndrome.  Both of them look a lot better than they actually are.”

I looked over at Wendy.  “Now that we are home, ask Trisha to take care of the bastard’s prison treatment.”

“With pleasure.”  She started talking into her phone.

I looked at Helen’s raised eyebrow.  “Don’t ask.  Anyway, now that it is all documented, we need to pull them into the sisterhood to make them better physically and mentally.”

Helen said, “Good idea, Master Tom.”  She led me to the room where the two of them were sitting.  I handed each of them a chocolate.  They both zoned out right away.

To Katherine I said, “I am your new daddy-daddy.  You love me and really like to cuddle and snuggle with me.”  That was enough for her.  She needed the TMJ more to recover physically than anything I could say.  To Yurta I said, “You are realizing how wonderful Tom is.  You now know that the night you spent with him was the most fantastic night of your life.  You are falling for him, hard.  You know that everything since then was bad and surreal, except for your daughter.  Tom is your knight in shining armor who rescued you from your evil dad.  You are waking up from a nightmare, and find yourself surrounded by Tom’s other girls whom you love and you are happier than you have ever been.  You ache to make love to him again like you did at cheer camp.  You are also happy when one of your new sisters is with him because then they and him are happy.  Wake up and join the sisterhood.”  Yurta blinked and then smiled.

That night she slipped into my bed and made love to me all night, just like cheer camp years before.  She moaned and gasped, “I love you!” just before she passed out in ecstasy.

The next day Katherine was running around with all the other kids like she had been there all her life.  On the way to breakfast I was nearly trampled with the usual morning stampede of kids, and she was one of the pack.  They all said, “‘morning, daddy-daddy!” as they ran past.  I heard sobbing behind me.  Turning I saw Yurta standing there.  “I am so happy!  Everything is so perfect now!”

For legal appearances, she and Katherine had a studio apartment.  Twice a police detective flew out to visit her and take a statement.  Her father was also charged with murder when the police found remains of her mother and a younger sister, who she didn’t even know about, buried in the back yard of her dad’s house.  And apparently her dad liked the idea of a cheerleader to fuck, and that is why he let her go to cheer camp.  He had beat her to within an inch of her life when he found out she was pregnant and had vowed that she would be only his forever.  He never made it to trial, being raped and then slowly tortured to death in prison.

Chapter 57

It was time to go exploring again.  I was curious how over 200 of the sisterhood slept at night, so I followed one of them down, and down, and down, we must have been six stories underground the main house when she stopped and entered a floor.  I could see three more stories going down.  Going on onto the floor, it was laid out like a college dorm, rooms for each, and a common bathroom and shower area.  There were common rooms with TVs and small kitchens.  I was impressed.  I also wondered just when all this was dug out and built – I certainly didn’t remember it being done!

Out of curiosity, I went down to the lowest subbasement, and there was a construction job in progress.  A tunnel, it headed in the direction of the control center, appeared to be about 90% complete.  And it was being hand dug!  I wandered down the tunnel to the construction area and watched as people dug out rocks and dirt with picks and shovels.  A secondary crew was pouring cement and finishing the tunnel behind the digging crew.  And it wasn’t all my girls, there were quite a few people from Cassville and Susberg laboring there.

Rather than interrupt what appeared to be very busy people, I turned and went back, hopped into the elevator up to the ground floor, then went to Trisha’s office.  She had long ago converted a bedroom to an office.  I went in just as Gerta, one of the guards I hadn’t seen for a while, was leaving.  I gave her a hug and butt squeeze as I passed.  She sighed and said, “Hello, sir.”  Then she took off.

Trisha was behind a desk piled with papers.  I sat on the couch she had on one side of the office and waved her over to sit on my lap.  She eagerly bounced over and plopped into my lap, snuggling down on my chest.

I said, “Hello, Trisha.”

“Hi, Master Tom.”

“So, I was wandering and found your tunnel downstairs.  How did you decide who to crew it with?”

“Oh, that!  Half are paid workers from Susberg, while the other half are there for punishment.”

“Punishment?  For what?”

“Various things.  For instance, Gerta was just here.  I gave her one month of digging because she fell asleep on duty.  Poor girl was probably just bored out of her mind.  Last week two of Cassie’s gymnasts got into a catfight, they both got two days of digging.  For individual tunnels we use manual labor, for the big things we bring in the bulldozers.  After this tunnel is complete, we have one planned from here to Cassville and one from the control center to the greenhouses.”

“I was kinda wondering what you were doing for policing and punishment.  Chain gangs are one I would never have thought of, but it seems to be working well.  Good idea.”

“Wish I could take credit, but Tess thought of it.  She is from Alabama where chain gangs are common.  By the way, we don’t really use chains.”  She grinned.

“I know.”  I was getting more and more distracted by her hard nips.  “Damn, you are one hot babe.”  I squeezed her left nipple with my right hand.  The other hand was squeezing her ass holding her on my lap.

She sighed in pleasure, “Thank you, Master Tom.”

I pulled her right leg up and over so she was facing me, straddled.  I lifted her a little and lowered her down, skewering her.  She looked wonderful as she closed her eyes and bit her lip.  She leaned forward and kissed me while grinding her clit on the base of my hard cock.  Soon she started stroking up and down as she took me deeper and deeper.  Suddenly she grunted and froze as her pussy clamped down on my aching cock.  She collapsed against my chest as I started filling her with warm cum.  With a sigh she passed out or fell asleep.  She was comfortable so I took a nap myself.

A few hours and another slow screw later, I headed over to see Cassie.  She came to dinner once in a while, but I hadn’t talked to her in over two months.  Tam was over for a nice leisurely screw once in a while, but I hadn’t seen her in a month either.  I put on a pair of pants and a t-shirt so I wouldn’t scare the natives, then jogged over.  The sign now read, “Cassville, population 302”.  There were almost a hundred more people now than last year.  It was early October, and only about one in the afternoon, so the kids were all in school.  There were a few housewives hanging laundry, even though it was only about 50 degrees.

I walked through the castle side entrance and went down the hall to Cassie’s office.  She was at her desk doing paperwork.  I walked in and said, “Hello, Cassie.”

She jumped up, over the desk and was hugging me in half a second.  “Oh, god, Tom, am I glad to see you.  I am going nuts!  The red tape here is unbelievable.”

“Doesn’t Tam help?”

“Yes, but there is so much we can’t keep up.”

“Maybe you need to hire an administrative assistant.  I am sure there is someone who is capable around for you.”

“We are already in the red, I can’t afford it, and I don’t want to take more from you if I can avoid it.”

“There aren’t any more older gymnasts you can promote?”

“No, I tried with two others, but their parents pulled them and sent them elsewhere.”

“Any former gymnasts that you know that may be interested?”

“Hmmm, that has possibilities.  But I still can’t afford it.”

“Hire one or two, consider it a Christmas present from me.”

“Okay, but only because I really need help here.”

“Now how about showing me your apartment, you know I have never seen it.”

She smiled and grabbed my hand, pulling me to a door in the back of the office.  Like the hospital, the apartment was on the back of office.  This was a fancy one with a big dining room, full kitchen with walk in freezer, huge living room, a combo den and library, and three bedrooms with full baths each.  She pulled me into the first one and was naked in seconds.  It only took me another second to join her on the big king sized bed.  She was pretty damned hot, like the strippers I had recruited, she was completely shaven, which was standard for gymnasts, but still hot.  I left three loads in that wonderful pussy before we had to clean up and she had to get back to the gym before the bus arrived.  As I was leaving I noticed a lot of dust on everything. 

My next stop was to see Francisca.  I hadn’t checked in on her since we arrived back from New York a month ago.  Trisha had told me that she had put Francisca in charge of the maid services for the Hospital.  She had an office with an attached apartment, like a doctor.  Since there were still several of them vacant, why not?  Right now only Jenny, Helen, Dr. White, Candy (who had moved to a full office), Donna, Jane, and Francisca had the full offices.  That left three of them unoccupied.  Of the twenty studio apartments in the hospital, eighteen of them were occupied.  There were even twelve nurses living in the dormitories.

Francisca wasn’t in her office.  I tracked her down on the 13^th floor, she was training a new maid, a girl about twenty whom I had never seen before.  She was pretty, but I put that thought aside for later.  Besides, Francisca was prettier.  In fact, with the TMJ rejuv, she was gorgeous.    I waited until she was done with the new girl, staying out in the hall.

When she came out she let out a startled, “Oh!” then bowed her head and said, “Good afternoon, Mr. Johnson, sir!”

I smiled and asked, “And how are things going Francisca?”

“Oh, wonderful, sir!  I love this job.  Thank you so much!”

“You are very welcome.”  I took her hand and gave it a squeeze.  I deliberately took a minute to let go.  She was a bit flustered.  I asked, “Have you had a chance to get out and see the area yet?”

“I have been busy here.  My mother tells me that there is a mall and a church nearby.  She goes almost daily to see Father Patrick after class.”

“I will get an area map and show you what is around.  There is a lot.  What kind of staff do you have?”

“With Valery here, I have three.”

“Hmmm, that is not very many for a place this big.”

“Since we have so few patients, it works out fine.”

“But what if there were more patients?  And you need to expand to also be cleaning the OR and things like that.”

“Oh!  I never thought about that.  I will check into it.”

“Where have you been recruiting?”

“I told Candy.  I assume she put notices on the job board.”

“Okay.  I would like to add a job to your list of places though.  Kind of a VIP perk.”

“Sure thing, boss.”

“My sister Cassie has a huge apartment and it could use a weekly going through.  It is in another building.”

“I will take care of it.”

“Thanks, just ask any of the guards where it is.  And get yourself at least another five people.  More if you are cleaning ORs.”

“Yes, sir.”

“And take some time and go see the mall.  There is a movie theater, I think it is playing the latest Harry Potter movie right now.  Maybe take Camilla and go see it.”

She smiled, “Yes, sir!”

Next on my list were the apartment blocks.  Except for visiting the original prototype apartment and Cat’s parent’s apartment, I had never been in them.  I really wanted to see the underground park at the base of the complex.

Wendy and I jogged through the tunnels, past the control center and the mall.  We came out on the third subfloor of the apartment complex.  We took the elevator down to the ninth subfloor where the park was.  Wendy and I wandered out and along the base of the complex.  The apartments towered above on our left and the blue underground dome which looked like sky on the right.  Naked kids from the ages of two through around ten ran all over.  We stopped and watched the skateboarders on their ramp for a while.  The huge pool was really busy, full of people.  I enjoyed the nude sunbathing girls in the loungers next to the pool.  Wendy commented, “nice” to a few of the sunbathing guys.  I thought it was a bit strange to be sunbathing in artificial sunlight nine stories underground, but then realized they were there to show off.

There was a forested area in the middle and toward the back side of the atrium with paths leading through it.  There were lots of benches and gazebos and a small river with footbridges and waterfalls.  We followed the river upriver to a large pond with a two story waterfall falling into it.  Some teens were climbing up the side of the waterfall then jumping off the cliff into the pond.  I exchanged looks with Wendy, and we stripped, dumping our clothes next to a bench, and then joined in the fun.  No one realized who we were.  It was great.  One of them asked, “Hey, you’re new.  I’m Kris, what’s your name?”

I thought for a millisecond.  Everyone knew my name, and if I told him “Tom” he would figure out who I was immediately.  So I used my middle name, “Hi, I’m Joe.”  I was named after my Grandpa Joe.

Wendy caught on.  She was almost as well known as me.  She said, “Ann”, and took off up the cliff.

I commented, “This place is great!”

“Yeah it is.  I can’t believe we are indoors!”  He lowered his voice, “Wow, is your friend Ann hot!  Is she yours?”

“Yeah, she is.  Look but don’t touch, okay?”

“No problem, dude.”  He turned and followed Wendy up the cliff.  I went after them. 

We did that for an hour, and then the teens had to take off for dinner, leaving Wendy, myself and one other pretty girl.  The three of us finally relaxed on the bench, and that is when I noticed that she was wearing a patch.  I said, “Hey, I’m Joe,” and held out my hand.

She shook it, “Hi, I’m Eve.”  She looked over at Wendy, “and you must be Ann.  All the boys here were drooling over you.  I’m a little jealous, they were drooling over me until you got here, although I notice that you are a ‘juvie like me.”

“A ‘juvie?”

“Yeah, a rejuvenate, you know, someone with a patch.  You’re new, aren’t you?”

“Not to the patch, but new here, yeah.”

“So what do you two do?  I am a nurse over at the hospital.”

Wendy said, “Security.”

I said, “Admin.”

“Ann, I know that it is rude to ask, but I am curious, how old are you?  I would guess around 30.”

“Not too far off, I am 38.”

“Wow.  Gotta love these patches.  I am 32, and I feel 18.  What’s cooler, the kids around here think I’m 18 too!  It is a real chance at having fun, when I was 18 the first time I was in a wheelchair.”

Wendy said, “I was paralyzed from the chest down by IED shrapnel when I got here.  I had been in a chair for only two years.  But I know what you mean.”

“What’s more, I am horny as all get out.”

“Me too.”  Wendy cuddled up to me.  “But we can take care of that, can’t we?”  She waved Eve over.  Eve turned and started cuddling on my other side.  I wisely kept my mouth shut.  The two of them took turns mounting me and getting bellies full of warm cum.

After five or six times apiece, the two of them sat and snuggled against me.  After a good half hour, Wendy said, “Thursday at six?”  Eve nodded then disengaged me and we all left.

Wendy and I got dressed, then continued our tour.  There was another large pool further on, then a tunnel which led to a completely separate atrium for another set of apartment blocks.  I was astounded.  I commented, “I didn’t know how big these places were.  Wow.”

Wendy said, “I didn’t quite realize it either.”

“I wonder how difficult it would be to build another one off of the main house dorms.  Duplicate the one in the hospital but a bit bigger.  It would be nice in the winter.”

“Yeah, it would be.  Maybe we should get some customers first, though.  Build up some more capital.”

“Good point.”

That turned out not to be much of an issue though.  Johnson Bank had backed several large loans through the city bank, and they had all been paid back.  We were pretty well off.  Not counting my secret stash, we still had over two and a half billion in the bank.  I brought up the idea with Trisha who said that she’d get the architect on it right away.

Two days later, on Thursday, Wendy and I headed back to the falls.  We joined the teens cannonballing off the cliff for a while, then as they left, met up with Eve on the bench.  Wendy had come prepared, so we laid out a blanket on the grass behind the bench and greeted each other properly - both of them got a nice bellyful of hot man juice.  Over the next hour they each got three more bellies full and a mouth full.  I didn’t want to change anything, so I just said, “Wake up.”

We met with Eve twice a week for five weeks.  Then after a nice doggie style fuck, she laid back on her elbows and quietly said, “Guess what, I’m pregnant.”

Wendy squealed, “Oh!  That is wonderful!”

A little surprised, Eve relaxed a bit.  “Yeah, I didn’t even think of it, I have been unable to have kids for so long.”

Wendy gave her a big hug.  “Congratulations!”

I hugged them both.  The talk of babies was making me a bit randy, so I slid into Wendy.  She sighed and went, “Oooh!” 

I looked over Wendy’s shoulder at Eve and said, “I guess we should tell you our real first names then.”

She looked back at me.  “I guess so!”

“I’m Tom, and this is Wendy.  We don’t want all these teenagers to know our names since we are well known and they would recognize us.”

“Tom and Wendy, eh?  I don’t recognize the names.”

“Just so we stay Joe and Ann around the kids.”

At this point Wendy shuddered, froze, and then collapsed on top of Eve.  I gave her another large dose of baby butter.

Eve looked up at me and said, “Jo... I mean Tom, what am I going to do about the kid?”

“Eve, you have two choices.  Have the kid, and then, One, raise her on your own, I will gladly pay support.  Or two, join my household.”

“Your household, you mean live with you and Ann?”

“Actually there are lots of us living together.  It comes with free daycare from several other women who have kids, a room to yourself, and lots of social activity.  Ask Wendy when she recovers.”

“Don’t have to, it sounds wonderful.”

“Good, just tell any security person that you are moving to the main house, they will know what to do.”

“Cool, now come here.”  She had moved Wendy to the side, and so she pulled me down on her.

Chapter 57

That Christmas/Hanukah, I handed out the anklets to all my girls.  There were a total of 157 of them handed out.  There were over a hundred children running about the house as well.  The kids all shared everything, the only personal items were each of their woogies, a personal doll or blankie.

My two oldest were now five and in kindergarten.  Those two were Jenny’s and Yurta’s daughters Theresa and Katherine.  They shared a room on their own and were very proud of themselves.  There were several older girls aged from seven to ten who were ex-slaves, they had a pod of their own.  Farrah, who had arranged for them to all get a pod together, had brought them all to me for indoctrination, and they were in the sisterhood, waiting to get old enough to pole sit.

I had taken to randomly picking a pod and staying there a night several times a week.  I was fascinated by the way each pod chose to decorate.  Beautiful murals, good art, and in the younger pods, a lot of posters.

I was a little worried about missing some of the girls, there were so many.  Some of them I hadn’t been with for almost six months.  To be safe, I took to reinforcing the programming with the basic litany after I fucked them.

To my surprise, not all of them were my girls, at first.  Apparently a new group of marine recruits just recovered from initial TMJ repairs were staying in one pod, and they all joined in the fun, and I had six new girls by the end of the evening.

The barefoot and pregnant group had a big picture of me on the wall, and that was it.  They had exercise machines that were specially designed for pregnant women and good fetal development.  They spent their time knitting booties, talking about how wonderful I was, and nursing their kids.  A lot of TJ club members would stop by and hang out with them.

The TJ club had grown.  Now membership included almost all my girls, and nearly every person under the age of 20 on the grounds, plus around fifty who were older.  There were over five hundred members who were “junior” members and didn’t live on the grounds.  A lot of them were former classmates of mine.

Wendy and my ‘hide in plain sight’ continued to work.  We hung out with the kids, mostly by the waterfall, but sometimes we hit the pub for a few pizzas.  Kris kept trying to get Wendy/Ann to go out with him, but she just smiled and said “no”.  One time I noticed a new girl, superhot, dark hair, around sixteen.  I asked Kris.

“Oh, that’s just Nan, she only shows up here every few months.  She doesn’t like to talk to people.  Just ignore her.”

That wasn’t very nice, but he was a teenager in high school, so I suppose a little callousness was to be expected.

I went over and got in line behind her.  Great ass. “Hi, I’m Joe.” 

She blinked at me, then murmured, “Nan.”

“Haven’t seen you around before.”

“Don’t come much.”  Not very communicative.

“Why not?”

“I don’t know anybody.”

“Well now you know me!”

We both took our dives.  As we came up I said, “Come over here and meet my friend Ann.”  I led her over to where Wendy was sitting on the bench.  “Ann, meet my new friend Nan, Nan, this is Ann.  Funny, you two have almost the same name.”

Nan murmured, “Yeah, funny.”

Wendy detected her shyness and said, “Com’ere, take a seat.  Where do you live?”

Nan tentatively sat down, “B-311”.  She looked up at me, “Joe, could you hand me my bag over there?”  She pointed at a fanny pack next to the bench.  I handed it to her and she took out a thick pair of glasses and put them on.  She looked at Wendy and looked startled, and then she looked at me and appeared to almost have a heart attack.  “OMG!”

Obviously she knew who we were.  I quickly put my finger to my lips and she nodded, still big eyed.  I said, “Let’s go for a walk.”  I held out my hand and she tentatively took it, then followed me down the path, Wendy following.  “You obviously recognize us.”

“Of course I do.  How could I not?  You are as handsome and Wendy as beautiful as all your pictures.”

“Your classmates back there haven’t figured it out in the last three months.”

“They’re a bunch of idiots.”

“Considering how a bunch of teen boys were ignoring you, the hottest girl there, I agree they are a bunch of idiots.”

She blushed prettily.  I suddenly had an extremely lecherous thought.  I instantly decided, why not?  I asked Nan, “How did you recognize us?  Did you see our pictures somewhere?”

She blushed again.  “I am a level four TJ club member.”

“What is a level four?  I don’t know much about the club.  I was hoping you would help me there.”

A little surprised, she said, “There are six levels.  Level ones are the new members.  Level twos have been to at least four meetings and have taken the basic pledge.  Level threes are those who have been on a TJ campout.  Level fours like me have pledged themselves to you.  Level fives are those who you have taken as yours.  There are only three level sixes, Henrietta, Mandy, and Reena.  Of course Reena is dead, but she is an honorary level six.  Mandy almost died saving you, so she is level six.  And Henrietta is your most dedicated follower.  Her every thought is about you.  She tells us stories about your greatness every day.”  She pulled out two of what appeared to be baseball cards from her fanny pack.  They were pictures of Wendy and me with stats all over the back.  There was even Wendy’s cup size and my dick’s circumference and length.

Heh, half my plan was already in place.  “So what does this pledge that you took entail?”

“I say it every morning and several times a day, ‘I, Evelyn Robertson, do promise to help and be honorable to others, do well in school, keep physically fit, obey Tom Johnson in all things, be exclusive to him and him alone in body and spirit, and work always to become one of his girls.’  The guys one is different.  They pledge to obey you in all things, but the last part of their pledge is to help all girls prepare to become one of yours.”

Wow, better than I thought.  “How many level fours are there?”

“Close to a hundred.  There would be more, except that we can’t bring people in from the outside for the campouts.  A lot of the outside girls have taken the level four pledge, but cannot advance in membership.”

“Well that isn’t fair.  We need to fix that problem.  We also need to add a level between four and five for those who have irreversibly taken the pledge, and those who have just taken the pledge.  Maybe bump the sixes to sevens, the fives to sixes, and create a new level five.”  I looked over at Wendy.  “Wendy, honey, could you call Hen and ask her to meet us here?”

“Yes, Master Tom.”

Eve shuddered.  “Ooh, I have dreamed of hearing that phrase for years!”

I smiled, “Don’t worry, you are joining my girls and the sisterhood in a few minutes.”

“Really?  I don’t believe it.  Wow!”  She was jumping up and down.  Nice bounce.

It only took Hen two minutes to get to our location from wherever she was.  She came up and murmured, “Yes, Master Tom,” keeping her head up like I had told her so long ago.  Her eyes glowed with her fanaticism.

“I hear that you are one of the leaders of the TJ club.”

“Yes, Master Tom.”

“I have a few minor changes to make.”

“Yes, Master Tom.”

“The levels five and six will be bumped up a number and a new five created.  The new five will be like four, except that the pledges will have taken a TMJ chocolate before their pledge so it is irreversible.”

“What a wonderful idea, Master Tom.”

“Also, you will set up camping trips for outsiders, you will do security checks on them and they will be escorted at all times during the trip.  That way they can get to levels three and four.”

“Thank you, Master Tom, I have been worried about that for a while now.”

“Of course, if an outsider makes level five, then they can move onto the estate since they are no longer a security risk.”

“Of course.”

“If a guy makes level five, then his duty is to provide a hard cock for blow job practice for prospective level sixes.  But remember that the pussy of a level four or above belongs to me and no other man may ever touch it.”

“Of course, Master Tom.”

“It is the job of a level four or higher to mentor lower levels.  A member needs to be a level four for a year before the level five ceremony.  I will personally administer the level five oaths in a private ceremony with only other fives and above.  And I release you from your guard duties.  I would like you to manage the TJ club full time.”

“Oh, thank you, Master Tom!”

“Now show Eve here how to do a proper blow job and add her to the sisterhood.”

“With pleasure, Master Tom!”  She and Eve kneeled before me and started a tandem blow job.  Soon I was filling their mouths with a large helping of cum.  They both zoned out.

“Hen, you know that I am your god, the one and only Tom.  You cannot disobey me.  I must be obeyed, even if you do not want to do it.  If I tell you to kill all the babies in the hospital, you will do it because I said so.  If I tell you to rip out your own heart, you will do it because I said so.  You know I am good and will not tell you to do any of that unless there is a good reason.”

“Eve, you love me beyond all belief.  You ache to be near me and my wonderful cock.  You love me and your sister slaves with all your heart.  When I am with a sister slave, you are happy because I am happy.  Now recite your oath over and over, knowing it is the truth and loving me more and more each time.”  She started reciting the oath over and over.  I let her continue for a good half hour until she started coming out of the TMJ zone.

The two beautiful girls kneeling in front of me made me a bit randy.  I said, “Both of you, stand up, turn around, and hug your knees.”

The two beautiful asses with pretty pussies were now presented to me.  I commented, “Level four club members and above should shave.”  Then I slid into Hen.  She gasped, orgasmed immediately, and passed out, collapsing in the grass.  She really was fanatical if one thrust can do that.  I moved to Eve and slid in, taking her cherry in the process.  She gasped, “Yes!”  Then she started repeating it over and over with each stroke.  With a final “Yes!” she shuddered and came, barely keeping her balance as her pussy milked me.  I filled her up with man juice.  I was still a bit horny, so I waved Wendy over and slid into her beautiful pussy.  She also had trouble doing so, but kept her balance as we both came, giving her a matching cream pie to Eve’s.

I left Hen and Eve sitting next to each other exchanging fingerfuls of cum telling each other how great I was.  Wendy staggered along behind me.

The next day Hen came to my office.  She had 69 level fours that wanted to go to level five.  I told her to schedule the ceremony for that Saturday morning.  Susie was sixteen now, but I had her assist with several younger teens to help me make five boxes of sixteen chocolates.  It was fun, they ended up with a pussy full or two each as well as filling the chocolates.

The next morning, we met in the TJ club.  There were the 57 level fours plus Hen and Eve.  They were all shorn, not a pube among them.  I told them to kneel with their tongue out.  I went through and put a chocolate on each of their tongues.  Then I told them to eat the chocolate and they all did, simultaneously.  I went around and checked and they were all zoned out.

“You all really believe in your oaths, when you recite your TJ oath each time you will believe it more.  You must obey me totally at all times.  Now recite your oath until I tell you to stop, believing it more and more each time.”  They all started reciting the oath over and over.  I let them go for half an hour.  Then I said, “You may stop now.”  They did.  “Hen will now tell you of your new responsibilities.”

Hen started going around telling them what their responsibilities as a level five were.  There were several really hot girls, but I decided to wait a few weeks to let them settle in.  What were curious were the four guys in the group.  I wondered what could make a guy take an oath like that.

We had a second ceremony over in Cassville in an hour.  Another twelve.  Once they were inducted, they would be allowed to leave Cassville without security, but until then, they were stuck there.  I pulled on some pants and a jacket, left and headed over toward Cassville at a slow walk, enjoying the winter beauty.  Fifteen minutes later Hen joined Wendy and me on the path.  I asked, “Did you leave Eve to watch over your new chicks?”  The sentence was a bit of a test to see if Hen was so far gone as to not get simile.

She smiled and said, “Yes, left them chirping at her.  We have some more eggs to crack.”

I was pleasantly surprised and proud of her.  Unlike a lot of bible thumpers, she could understand that everything wasn’t literal.  I gave her a hug and kiss. “Yes, honey, we do.”  She hugged me back with a gasp and wobbly legs.  I could see tears in her eyes too.  I gestured and Wendy joined the group hug.

Ten minutes later we jogged up to the entrance of Cassville.  Chloe was on duty and waved us in.  I gave her a hug and a butt squeeze as we went in.  For the level five induction ceremony, Tam had volunteered her house.  While she sat in my lap and we cuddled while watching TV the night before, she had told me how excited she was.  Her friends had been level fours for several years now and they wanted to be level fives the second they heard about it.  I had explained that once a level five, that they could no longer compete, it just wouldn’t be fair.  She had already discussed that with them long ago, and only one of them was of the caliber to be at that level, and she didn’t care, she just wanted to be mine.

At Tam’s house the twelve waited.  Also there were Cassie and Tam.  Cassie was giving a speech.  “...when you go to the next level, you will no longer be gymnasts.  It will be too easy for you, and it would be dishonorable to complete.  Like Tam and Me, and even Master Tom, we gave up on competition because of honor.  With this next level, you will be assistants, helping teach young gymnasts and club members.”  She saw me at the door and stopped. 

She and I had also discussed this last night.  She was glad for the assistants, but we would be out close to half a million in fees.  Since she hadn’t found any new assistants yet, I told her that she needed them, and to ‘shut up and soldier’; also to bend over my desk and get fucked to oblivion.

Hen told them to kneel and open their mouths.  The eleven girls and one guy did so.  Eight of the girls were super hot hard-bodied gymnasts.  Three were older, I guessed that they were mothers!  I went along the line putting a chocolate on the tongue of each.  Then I repeated my speech from earlier.  When the time was up, Hen started giving them their new duties.  I took the list that Tam gave me, gave her a kiss, then left with Wendy trailing behind, of course.  At the gate I gave Chloe the list and told her to remove the people on the list from people prohibited from leaving Cassville.  Then with another kiss and butt squeeze, I headed out.

A few weeks later, I visited Hen in her room.  I pulled her onto my lap and played with her nips while talking to her.  “Hen, you need to compile a list of girls who are ready for promotion to level six.  You will rate them on appearance, if they are even close to as hot as you, like Eve, that will get them on the list.”

She gasped at the compliment and came, dripping pussy juice down my leg.  “If they are close to as dedicated as you, and aren’t complete dogs, then after a six months they can go on the list.”

“Do you understand?”

She nodded, being inarticulate at that time.  “Also make sure that their files are complete, full physicals, full head to toe photographs, ancestry when known, what they would be good for – security, teaching, hospital, and what they want to do, I want the works.”  She nodded again as she quivered in another orgasm.  “Bring me the pile of files for the girls on the promotion list when they are ready.”  She tried to nod, but just quivered again in another orgasm.  I pulled her to me, spearing deep into her and she passed out, tears of joy dripping down her face onto my chest where she had collapsed. 

I called over to Wendy, “Come here and play with my balls, she is out and I want to fill her up.”  Wendy came over and started stroking and licking my balls, soon I shot Hen full of spunk.  “Thank you Wendy.  Good job.”

“Thank you, Master Tom.”

“You know Wendy, you are more than my love slave and guard, you are my companion, you don’t have to call me Master.”

She grinned up at me then put on a fake pout, “But I like calling you Master once in a while.”  She was having problems keeping a straight face.

“Of course you can, but I like you to have a bit more personality.  Like Cassie.  Be your own woman, but still be with me.  You understand?”

“Yes, boss man sahib.”

I rolled my eyes, “Geez, what did I just get myself into?”

She grinned and went back to watch the doorway.  I lifted Hen up and put her on the couch.  She whimpered and curled up, kicking a few times like a dog.  It was actually kind of cute.  I grabbed a nearby afghan and covered her up.  Wendy and I took off down the hall.  I kissed the forehead of the floor assistant at her desk as we got on the elevator, then took Wendy into my arms and gave her a nice long kiss.  I chased her giggling out of the elevator and down the hall to my office.

Encircling her from behind, I slid my hard cock over her perfect ass.  She leaned forward against the wall and I slid into her dripping pussy.  “Damn, you are so beautiful and sexy it hurts!”

She moaned and thrust back harder.  She convulsively clenched her fists and punched holes in the wall with her fingers.  “Oh, Tom, I love you so much!”  She yelled as she came.  She nearly collapsed, only staying upright due to her hands buried in the wall.  Soon I blasted her full of man juice.  Then I eased her down onto the couch where she weakly smiled, said, “I love you,” and passed out.

Relaxed, I got back to work, putting the final approval stamp on a few new residents, rejecting one who had a record and no sponsor.  I was going through invitations when Wendy came to.  She sighed happily and got up to take her place at the door.

Another security girl, Kit, showed up half an hour later so Wendy could go see her son for a while.  Wendy had been specifically training Kit as her primary backup for a while now.  In her off hours Kit ran an aerobics gym next door to Queenie’s Beauty Parlor, with night classes in erotic dancing.  The place was always packed.

Kit asked, “Boss, I have some news.  Apparently some new ordinance was passed and Jerry’s was forced to shut down last month.  Several of my friends have tried to be dancers in other places, but the management is really bad and they are expected to do things they don’t want to do.  My friend Caitlin called and wondered if your offer was still open.  There are thirteen dancers who are essentially out on the streets and their savings are drying up fast.  Actually, Ronnie is out too, apparently he is too old to get any other bouncer jobs.  The one place he got a job he quit because they were exploiting the girls.”

“Hmmm, Ronnie would fit in fine with security, and I see that you and Queenie could use two or three of them to help in your stores.  But what would the rest of them do here?  A strip club is pointless when everyone goes nude anyway.”

“I had an idea.  What about a night club?  The taverns close early, at eight, so they wouldn’t be hurt.”

“Not a bad idea. The lecherous side of me likes the idea of topless or nude waitresses who will join the dancing once in a while, so if they agree to that, and a good menu with pizza and things like that, they have a deal.  I’ll even get them all on TMJ so they stay young and hot.  It will be essentially a cross between a standard nightclub and the non-stage part of Jerry’s.  You and Queenie set it up.  In the meantime, give them a call right now and tell them to get their cute asses, or in Ronnie’s case, just ass, in a car and road trip out here.  If someone has family, bring them.”

“Thank you, boss.  By the way, I emailed you a report on the investigation into who sent the cops to the party in New York.”  She smiled her smile that always makes my balls ache, then flipped open her phone and hit speed dial. 

While she was talking to Caitlin, I read her report.  It was complicated, apparently it was a police CI, but he had been put up to it by the Russian mob.  There was no motive anywhere in it.  I forwarded the whole thing to Horace; maybe he could make more sense of it.

I went and sat on the couch.  As Kit finished her phone call, I waved her over and she eagerly bounced over and slid into my lap.  “Damn, girl.  You are so good at that.  I hope you are teaching moves like that in your evening classes.”

She giggled with lots of bounce.  “Some of them, but the type of dancing where you learn to really make moves like that isn’t something you teach in a classroom.  Actually, I have been doing it so long, I don’t even think about it anymore.”

“Maybe when you and your friends set up the new club then.”  I cupped her ass with both hands as she somehow shifted until she was facing me.

“Maybe,” she murmured as she rocked, rubbing my hard cock along her dripping slit.  Then, simultaneously, she sank down engulfing my entire ten inches while she kissed me, hard.

A month later, the new club opened.  It was called, “Kitten’s”.  Apparently all of the workers, the girls from both New York and Washington, insisted that it had to be “Tom’s” or “Kitten’s”.  I had vetoed “Tom’s”, so “Kitten’s” it was.  What was interesting is that they left in the stage shows, just made them more Burlesque like.  The stage shows were in the early evening, and you sat at a table and had a full restaurant style dinner, with a cute giggly nude waitress, of course.  Then after ten, the floor opened for dancing.  Kit’s friends, Gertie, Penny, Val, Beenie, and Caitlin plus eight others she had brought to me the day they arrived.  They were all taken as new girls for me.  By now all their body art and middle age droopiness were gone and they were really hot as waitresses and dancers.  The girls from New York had joined in and it was quite the wonderful sight.  Some of my older girls also were there having fun showing off.  Maddie was there, of course, and the headliner was Kit as the world renowned Kitten.  Emma from Las Vegas had happily accepted the job to manage the club behind the scenes.  She would have danced but she was six months pregnant.

Ronnie ran the bar.  He was overjoyed.  He had married a stripper twenty years previously, and had brought her and his twin fifteen year old daughters, Patty and Penny, along.  They were really cute and were at level three of the TJ club already.  When their six months required at that level were up, they already planned on going on to level four, then a year after that, level five and hopefully higher.  Their mother had gone on TMJ when I offered, and was now almost young enough to join the dancers again.  Ronnie himself was like a linebacker, and TMJ made him unusually strong, even for TMJ.  Jenny had tested him lifting a ton and a half.  He told me in an aside that he and his wife hadn’t had so much fun since their honeymoon.

Chapter 58

In May, Annie came to me.  “Master Tom, you said you wanted to be there when I went to see my Ex.”  Annie was superhot, rivaling Wendy and several of my original girls.  She, Winnie, and Lizzie almost looked like triplets, much to Annie’s delight.  She was wearing one of Grandma May’s sex bomb dresses.

“What’s up?”

“He is raising a fuss about visitation for Winnie.”

“Doesn’t she go visit him for a few days every couple of months?”

“Yes, but he somehow thinks he can get her full time.”

“On what grounds?”

“I have no idea.”

“Have you talked to Valerie and Verla?”

“Yes, they don’t know either.  The three of us, plus a guard, of course, are having a hearing with my ex and his lawyer this afternoon.”

“He hasn’t seen you since the wedding, has he?”

She grinned evilly.  “No.”

“Then I would love to be there.  This will be fun.”

Since I was going, the guard was Wendy.  I went as a guard as well to be incognito.  I hadn’t been to the courthouse since the SWAT team had taken care of the bank robbery years ago.  The place still looked a little dingy, although the main drag around the square had a neat old fashioned look to it, like something from Norman Rockwell.  I thought about building shops into the bottom floors of my atriums, but I wanted to keep people together, force them to go out to get groceries.

Annie led the parade into the building.  Wendy was a registered cop, so she got to go around the metal detector.  The rest of us filed through.  The scanner officer smiled and greeted the twins, they had been there fairly often for various things.  I was happy, no one even took notice of me.  Annie, Wendy and the twins got lots of stares because they were so beautiful, especially Annie in her sex bomb dress, I was just a tag-along.  We got to the courtroom when Winnie also arrived, dressed in blue jeans.

“Mom, you don’t think I need to be protected from this do you?  If it is about me, I want to be there.”

Annie gave her a big hug and said, “Of course, honey.”

I saw her ex coming in the door on the end of the hallway.  “Annie, here comes Dean and his bimbo.”

She grinned evilly, then changed it to a friendly grin as Dean approached.  “Hello, Dean,” she said cheerfully.

He blinked, “Holy...  Annie, is that you?”  His jaw dropped and he stared.  His bimbo saw him and harrumphed, then harrumphed louder when he didn’t respond, then whined, “Deanie,” and yanked on his arm.  He shook her off and said, “Later, Fannie.”  He stared for another minute, then looked over at Winnie, pulled her into a hug, and exclaimed, “Thank God you are all right.”

“Da-ad.  Why wouldn’t I be?”

Before she could answer, we were called into court.  After all the preliminary court stuff, Dean’s lawyer made his plea, “Your Honor, my client wishes to take full custody of the minor, Winifred Ann Williams.”

The judge asked, “On what grounds?”

“Her mother has joined a cult and pulled Winifred into it as well, endangering the minor, your honor.”

Huh?  The closest thing to a cult is the TJ club.  I could see that Valerie and Verla were confused as well.  Somehow Dean’s lawyer had got the roles of the club, where all my girls were labeled as level sixes.  Probably from a newsletter to an outside member.  It was all I could think of.  I leaned forward and whispered my theory in Verla’s ear.  She lost her confused look and nodded.  She whispered in Valerie’s ear and she also got serene.

The other lawyer was going on, “...this cult subjects all it members to sexual servitude, keeping its members locked away behind closed walls.  This is detrimental to Winifred’s well being, and we would like to immediately sever all parental control from her mother, Annie Fredrick.”

Verla, the court lawyer (Valerie specialized in contracts), got up and asked, “Excuse me, what is the name of this so-called cult?”

“It appears to go under the euphemism of the TJ club.”

Verla deliberately snorted in suppressed laughter.  The judge asked, “Ms. Charles, what is so funny?”

“Your honor, the TJ club is a fan club for Tom Johnson.”

“I am well aware of that, Ms. Charles, half the teens in town are members.  How do you explain the rest of the assertions?”

“Your honor, my opponent is taking many widely divergent things and lumping them together.  Tom Johnson is a child prodigy who joined up with a doctor to develop an experimental medicine primarily for injured Gulf War vets.  The estate was purchased and set up as a testing facility.  Over time, as Gulf War vets brought in their families, it became a walled neighborhood.  Elizabeth Williams, Winifred’s older sister, is a test subject, and invited her mother and sister to live there with her.  If Mr. Williams has been unable to get in, that is by design.  Ms. Fredrick works full time in the supply office of the on estate hospital, Winifred lives with her and is happy and on the honor roll at school, which is outside the estate, by the way.  As for the TJ fan club, Annie Fredrick and Winifred Williams volunteer their time to help on campouts, food shelves, and other charities, which is encouraged for club members.  The club itself was started four years ago without Tom Johnson’s knowledge by the children whose parents he saved.  As for keeping people locked away, Winifred is here in the courtroom today only because she drove over here in her mother’s car without her knowledge.”

The other lawyer asked, “Why is Mr. Williams denied access to where his daughter lives?”

“Mr. Williams has no reason to be there.  It is a very high security compound, vetted by the U.S. Secret Service and U.S. Marine Corps.  Quite frankly, Annie Fredrick or Winifred Williams could let him in, under guard, but they don’t want to.”

The judge hid a smile behind his hand.  He looked down at the paperwork.  “Mr. Williams, you have two weekends a month visitation from Winifred Williams, plus every other Christmas and Easter.  Is that correct?”

Dean said, “Yes, your honor.  But all she does is beg me to go back every time she is home.”

“That is your problem, not the court’s, Mr. Williams.  The minor is in a safe environment, safer than my own kids, so I don’t see any reason to change the current arrangement.”

“But, your honor...”  Dean’s lawyer was yanking on his sleeve, trying to get him to shut up.

“Mr. Williams, please sit down before I remove all visitation rights.”

He grumpily sat down.

The judge pounded his gavel on the sound board.  “Case dismissed.”

Chapter 59

I was curious on a late spring day, so I wandered over to the lake on the backside of the property where the camp was set up.  It had been tents and a fire pit originally, but Hen had been building on to it during the winter, pre-fabricating several cabins and a large central building inside one of the storage bunkers, then pouring the concrete and assembling the buildings so they were up within days of the spring thaw.  Rather than run all the utilities all the way back to main complex, she went north and connected them into the guard tower, which had its own buried utilities connecting it back to the main complex.

It was a few miles back, but I jogged up the path, passing the “Camp Johnson” sign.  It was decorated by both live and painted flowers all over it.  A pair of giggling naked girls were busy adding more flowers to the sign.  They were pretty, but a bit young, about twelve, so I jogged on.  Soon we were jogging through a camp full of naked teens.  The camp itself looked well established; there was a large central building with a large assembly hall, and about fifteen mid-sized cabins strewn about.  There was a beach with a dock and several teens had canoes out on the lake.

Kit and I quickly took off our sweat clothes and stashed them behind the nearest cabin.  We didn’t want to stick out too much.  We wandered through the camp.  Fortunately, no one took a close look at me.  There were enough older teens that we fit right in.  I kind of wondered if they really were older teens, but TMJ wasn’t involved in most of them at this point.  There were a few older people as well, but it was obvious that they were campers, not staff.  Staff members were all in their late teens, or appeared to be anyway.  They wore blue armbands with a ‘C’ and a rank 4, 5, or 6 on them.  One or two of them saw and recognized me, but I gave a little shake of my head and they nodded and continued on.  None of the campers recognized me, having probably never seen me in person.  A few of the guys stopped and drooled over Kit, but that was about it.

At the main building I took a look at the activity bulletin board.  There were a bunch of classes that sounded like fun, lifesaving, first aid, swimming, woodcarving, and the like.  There were also multiple classes titled, “Tom Johnson” with subtitles like “history 1”, “morals”, “his girls” and several more.  All of those classes were full.  I was debating crashing one of them when I heard someone say loudly, “Joe!  I haven’t see you for a while!”

I turned, and there was Kris, the kid from the waterfall.  “Hey, Kris.  Long time no see.”  I did the hand butt.

“I see you have a new girl with you?”

“Yeah, Kris, meet Cam.”  Camille was Kitty’s middle name.

“Hey, Cam.  Joe, how come you always have the hottest babes with you?”

“Just lucky, I guess.  So where are you off to?”

“Headin’ for lunch.  Wanna come?”

“Sure.”

We headed inside.  Standard camp cafeteria.  We got in line for a sloppy joe and creamed corn.  We were heading for a table where a cute blond sat with a pretty redhead.  Kris stopped me and said, “You don’t want to sit there.  Those two are feds.”

“What?”

“We figured that they were sent here to infiltrate the camp by the DEA or FBI or something like that.”

“Really?”  Kit was suddenly paying close attention.

“Yeah.”  We sat down and started eating.  “Y’know, the thought was that you were some sort of cop too except that you were here in midwinter so that means that you can’t be from outside.  We finally figured that you lived over at the main house and were just slumming a little.”  His tone invited comment.

I deliberately said, “Well, um...”

“Thought so!  Guess I win the betting pool.”  He grinned.  “You just won me $80.”

I grinned sheepishly, “Yeah, you caught me.  But why do you think those two are feds?  The redhead is hot.”

“At first it was simply because they ask too many questions.  But we all checked, neither of them is from around here, they don’t go to the high school, even though they claim they are only 18.  Then they were overheard discussing things in cop speak.  We know the local cops here are cool, heck, there are four of them around the room here and we all like them so we pretend that we don’t know they are cops.”  Kit couldn’t hide a small grin at that one.  Glancing around I realized that he was right, there were four UC guards in the room besides Kit, chatting away with the other teens.

“So why haven’t you guys reported the Feds to the cops?”

“Heck, why bother?  We already decided to treat them like mushrooms.  That is, keep them in the dark and feed them on shit.”  I grinned at that one.

“Yeah, but I have overheard shit over at the main house.  Feds are not good.  Would it be cool if I mention it to a local cop?”

“If it is that important, sure, go ahead.”

I decided to give a little to him.  “Cam, why don’t you go call this in to Trisha.”  She nodded and left the room.  She wouldn’t if she didn’t know that there were four UCs there as well.

Kris looked at Kit as she left.  “Shit!  She’s a cop too?  Didn’t see that one coming.”

“Yeah, and I’m not one in case you are wondering.  It’s just that people from the main house are about 80% cops.”

“Me and my big mouth.”

“Don’t worry about outing all the cops here.  They will probably get a laugh out of it.  They are here to protect you, not watch you.”

He thought for a minute while eating his sloppy joe.  “So they are like bodyguards?”

“Something like that.  Cops around here take protect and serve very seriously.”

“Cool.  So Ann was a cop too?”

“Yeah.”

“Damn, maybe I need to hang around more cops if they are all that hot!”

I just gave him a Cheshire grin.

Kit came back.  “Joe, I know you aren’t in security, but Trisha wants you and me to infiltrate the feds and see what they want.”

Good, Trisha and Kit knew how I thought, and were putting on this show for Kris.  I looked at Kris, “Kris, could you pass on the word what we are doing?  I don’t want to be thought of as a snitch.” 

“That’s cool.  I’ll pass it on.  Anything we could do to help?”

I thought for a second.  “If the feds ask, tell them we are from the main house and have a lot of pull.  If they don’t ask by bedtime, have someone who is a good actor comment on us to them.  They will probably give us the brushoff today, but I want them to come to us tomorrow.”

With a smile he said, “Will do.  Good luck, Joe, Cam.”  He got up and moved to the next table.  Kit and I picked up our trays and moved over to the table with the two girls.

We asked, “Can we sit here?”

The blonde glanced at us and said, “It’s a free country.”

I sat down and said, “Hi, I’m Joe and this is my friend Cam.”

“Emily and Deirdre.”

“Deirdre, cool name.”

The redhead said, “I suppose.”

I noticed that the two of them were a bit insular and not too friendly.  Probably the isolation the others were giving them.  They weren’t trained too well, they should have been trying to butter up to Kit and me, even if they had failed before.

I asked, “So, this your first time at camp?  I haven’t seen you before.”

Emily answered, “Yeah.”  She must have remembered her training because she went on, “I haven’t seen you at any of the rallies.”

“Oh, we only get over here to the camp every once in a while.  It sure has grown this year.  Last year it was tents in the woods.”

“Really?  So how long have you been a level three?”

“You’d be surprised.”  I didn’t want to say I was, because I wanted them to think I was slumming and could help them.  I suppose technically I was level eight, but what the hey...  “You been in the club long?”

She said, “Only a few months.  It is amazing that all this is free.”

“Well, Johnson Bank is a good sponsor.  They like all the charity work the club does.  Talking of charity work, were you here for the Easter hunger drive?  That was fun.”

She looked slightly surprised.  “No, missed that one.”

“Well, there is the June hunger drive coming up next month.  You don’t want to miss that one!  The club will also be raising money to help build a homeless shelter in town.  It is going to be announced on the Fourth of July.”  I was making this up as I went along, but these were all things the club should be doing anyway.  I’d call Hen and set it all up later.

“I don’t remember anything about those in the newsletter.”

“Oh, they are every year, so no one bothers to mention them.  Also,” I tried to look embarrassed, “I shouldn’t have mentioned the homeless shelter, that was supposed to be a surprise.”  There, now she thinks I have inside info.

I looked at the clock on the wall, “Crap, I’m late.  Emily, Deirdre, see you two tomorrow.”  Kit and I rushed off.  I winked at Kris, who winked back, as I passed the his table.

I borrowed Kit’s phone on the way back to the main house and called Hen.  She loved the ideas (of course), and said that she would immediately get going on them.  I told her to backdate the June hunger drive schedule and say, “like last year” on it.

Hen was nothing if not fanatically efficient; there were announcement and schedules up on the bulletin board the next day when Kit and I went into the lunch room.

As we entered the lunch area, I saw Emily and Deirdre both sitting at the same table as the day before.  Emily leaned over and said something to Deirdre as we came in.  Kit and I got our trays (mac and cheese), and as we got through the line Deirdre stood up and waved us over.  Kris couldn’t resist being there and he winked as Kit and I walked by.

The two of them were much more excited than the day before.  I thought, ‘Hook, line, and sinker’.  They energetically kept the conversation going for the meal, keeping the subjects neutral.  When it was a few minutes after one, Emily said, “Aren’t you late?  Yesterday you took off like a bat out of hell.”

I played along, “Yeah, I am.”  I started to collect my tray.

“Can we go with you?  We would really like to see where you work.”

I had been expecting that.  “Sure, come on.”  We went and dumped our trays.  Kit and I led the two of them to our cart that was parked on the main path.  We had spent the night giggling and setting up a show for these two. 

I grabbed some fatigues from the luggage rack and put them on, Kit doing the same.  I tossed each of them a set and they also put them on.  We climbed in the cart, and I drove to the airport just in time for them to see the Harrier take off.  I hid my grin as both of their eyes bugged out.  I led them into the elevator and went down to the tunnels.  We all climbed into another cart and took off down the tunnel.  I drove straight to the control center.

Kit and I took our places at the two consoles that we had prepared the night before.  The two feds were staring around in shock at the huge room with all the military personnel rushing about (mostly doing nothing, it was a show).  Kit’s and my consoles were labeled, “External Operations”.  They were monitoring a black ops operation in Iraq.  In reality, the sat picture was from a mockup in the middle of a farm field, but it sure looked authentic.  Kit and I had practiced and we relayed information to the covert teams which took out the Al-Qaeda stronghold, in reality shooting paint pellets, but that wasn’t visible from a satellite thermal IR image.  We whispered back and forth to the two of them, half the time saying, “Sorry, that is restricted.”  An hour later, we did another show, taking out another Al-Qaeda field camp.  At about four, our “shift” was over, and we left. 

I drove them to the emergency barracks (which were never used anymore), where Kit and I had bunks.  Six other “bunkmates” were there, polishing boots and buckles, reading a book, and other various things.  It looked very real.  I hauled out a deck of cards and we played a few rounds of spades.  After an hour or so, Emily said, “Deirdre and I had better get back to camp.”

Kit and I drove them back, coincidentally leaving just as the harrier was returning and a cobra chopper was taking off.

We got back to the camp just in time for the final campfire.  Kit and I hung around and listened to the ghost and Tom Johnson stories.  What was funny was that only about half of them were true.  Then, embarrassingly, they did a final prayer, thanking me for saving so many and being such a role model.  Uff, no pressure there!

Kit and I took off afterwards.  When we got back to the house we had a good laugh with all the day’s actors.  We wondered what the two were going to report to their bosses.  Were we a nudist cult, a militia group with overseas ops, or a CIA front?  In reality I figured we were a militia group that fully supported the U.S. Government.

The next day, after the campers had left, I got a phone call.  It was President William Pendelson.  “Tom, what the hell is going on?  The FBI and DEA are in an uproar.  I have reports that you are directing missions in Iraq, and that there are barracks full of soldiers in your compound.”

I laughed for a minute, “You mean those two poorly trained agents that tried to find out about us?”

“My report doesn’t say how they got the information.”

“Well, the two of them were so clueless that we just spent the last week twitting them.  I didn’t realize it would cause you any problems.  Sorry about that.  You know exactly what we have here.  Heck, you have a bunch of agents here, they rent one of my secure houses.”

“Really?  I didn’t know that.  Actually, there shouldn’t have been any agents in your compound, except those renting the house anyway.  I will have to put of feelers on this one, you are listed as a top secret site, and infiltrating an agent is prohibited without executive approval.”

“Well, I would be glad to personally give tours to representatives from the FBI and DEA.  I will not apologize to them though.”

“I understand, Tom.  I’ll pass your offer on.  Try to be more circumspect in the future though, okay?”

“Okay, in the future we will just toss them out.”

“Later, Tom.”

“Later.”  Click.

Two days later I was meeting the FBI and DEA delegations at the front gate.  There was a senior agent plus a junior agent from each agency.  The two junior agents were Emily and Deirdre.  As they came down the elevator from the surface, I greeted them, “Hello, I am Tom Johnson.”  I shook the senior agents hands.  “Chris Donnelly,” was from the FBI.  “Agent John Shoo,” was from the DEA.  I looked over at other two and said, “And I believe I already know agents Emily and Deirdre.”  They blushed.

Donnelly asked, “How do you know them?  They specifically said in their reports that they never met you.”

“I was using my middle name, which is Joe.”

“The Joe that showed them around?”

“Yes.  I was curious, the two of them were found out by the estate children soon after they arrived, and after they were done playing games with them, they reported the two of them to the estate guard.  I went in to find out what they wanted, and I admit, to play games with them.”

“Sir, that was a little irresponsible.”

“Maybe, but I was a little angry at two obvious agents being inserted into my compound without permission.  That is why we put on the show for them.”

Shoo asked, “Why would we need your permission?”

“This is a high security top secret compound.  You wouldn’t insert an agent in the Pentagon without permission, would you?  You are just lucky that your agents didn’t try to leave the campground without an escort.  They could have very well ended up dead.”

“That is pretty severe if some kid wanders off.  And you aren’t the Pentagon.”

“They were over 18 and I guess they didn’t read the documents they signed when they entered this gate three weeks ago too closely.  Do you think my security, whom are 80% retired marines by the way, wouldn’t know the difference between a snooping twenty-something and a teen looking for someplace to make out?  As for the Pentagon, I have tighter security here than they do.”

Wendy came in and whispered in my ear, “There are troops gathering by the back fence and near the loading dock.”  I nodded.

Turning back to the agents, I said, “Let’s take a ride.”  I led them to the back elevator, showing them the large security bunker.  Hopping on a six person cart, I drove them on the perimeter road around the end and east along the south wall.  When we got to the Loading Dock, I mentioned, “Be careful, your troops are ready to try to break in here.”  As they sputtered, I turned left, stopping at the airport.  “Your agents know where we are going right now.”  I led them to the elevator, then down.  We got in another cart, then I drove them to the command center. 

“This is the estate security command center.  You may notice the diagram on the wall display there, each of your men gathering outside the walls is highlighted in red.  The green dots are our marines.”  There were a lot more green dots than red dots.  The green dots were just inside the fence from the red dots.  Suddenly, another screen came to life with a radar cross image.  Three dots were incoming.  The radio officer’s voice came over the loudspeaker, “Unidentified aircraft.  You are entering restricted air space.  Please identify yourself.”  A 20 second pause, “Unidentified aircraft, we will shoot you down if you proceed.”

I looked at the four agents who were frozen watching the screens.  “If I were you, I would get on the phone and call this off, now, before any of your agents get hurt.”

Donnelly said, “We can’t.  They would automatically assume we are under duress.”

“Who came up with this insanely stupid idea anyway?”

“My boss, the section chief.”

“Did he even bother to check with the military?  We are a registered base.”

“What?”

“Why do you think we are vetted by the Secret Service?  The President’s daughter spends her summers here.  Geez, don’t you guys do your homework?”

I was interrupted by, “Unidentified aircraft, this is your last warning.  We will fire.”

I said, “If you are powerless, let me get someone who isn’t.”  I flipped open my cell and called that special number.  “This is Tom Johnson.”

“We will put you right through, Mr. Johnson.”

“Pendelson speaking.”

“William, could you please call the FBI section chief for this area...”  I looked at Donnelly.

“Randy Swanson.”

“...Randy Swanson, and tell him to stop his attack on my compound before someone gets hurt?  We don’t want to shoot down another plane.”

“Damn, Tom.  Call you right back.”

I told the CIC, “Give the planes until they are about to cross the perimeter.”

We waited.  Suddenly the planes veered off, and simultaneously Donnelly’s, Shoo’s and my phones all rang.

Mine was William calling back.  “Tom, what the hell is going on?”

“The FBI and DEA decided to raid the place while we were distracted by their peace envoys.  A bit like the Japanese in World War II.  We were a bit more prepared though.  If they had actually breached the perimeter...”

“Say no more.  I know what kind of security you have.  We can talk later.  I have to go fire a few people over at the FBI and DEA.” *click*

I turned to the two agents who had just gotten off their phones.  “I hope you two can pass the buck over this fiasco, otherwise your careers will be in as poor shape as your two agents here.”  I gestured at the ragged looking Emily and Deirdre.

Shoo said, “Who the fuck did you call?”

“William Pendelson.”

“You have the President on quick dial?” gasped Donnelly.

“He’s a good friend.  Like I said, Nancy spends her summers here.”

Shoo was staring into space saying, “Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck,” over and over.

I smiled, “Now do you still want the tour, or do you need to go try to save your careers?”

Donnelly said, “Please take us back to the gate.”

I drove them back, as I was leading them out, I shook hands and said, “Thank you for visiting.”  I looked at the hangdog Emily and Deirdre.  “You two are welcome back any time you can be serious about wanting to live here.”

A surprised Deirdre said, “After what we did, you still would welcome us back?”

“Sure, why not?  Of course, you would be watched like a hawk, but you are both smart and pretty, if poorly trained.  I think with a little training you would be a good addition to my security forces.  I don’t think you did anything wrong, it was your bosses who messed up and did a piss poor job of training you for going UC.”

The two of them looked thoughtful as they ran off and jumped in the SUVs with their bosses.  I turned to Wendy and Kit who both were standing there.  “I don’t know if you keep a blog or anything, but please include that on it.  I want people to understand that it isn’t necessarily the fault of the person who did it, but that of the person who sent them to do it.”

Kit said, “We don’t keep blogs, big security risk.  But there is a general TJ club one that I can post to.”

“Perfect.”

She disappeared, returning a minute later.  “Done.”

“Good job.  Actually I am surprised that you don’t have an unofficial blog for your dancing.  I know you have a lot of fans out there.”

“Really?  I was afraid of a security problem.”

“What kind?  Just leave this part of your life out of it.  Answer me this, do you enjoy your dancing and fans?”

She thought for a moment, “Yes.  I love it almost as much as I love being your guard.”

“They way I figure it, right now you are taking about 25% of the shifts watching me, correct?”

“Yes, sir.”

“What other duties are you taking as a guard?”

“I take a night shift at tower #4, and I work a desk doing security checks for a few hours before relieving Wendy.”

“Well, because it is good publicity, and because I get a kick out of it too, why don’t we relieve you of the night shift so you can spend more time dancing and talking with your fans.  Maybe do a special showing someplace.  I want you to have fun.”  I grinned, “I suppose I am a bit of a fan too, and you can blog that.”  She blushed.

I looked at Wendy, “I have been trying to get Wendy here to have a hobby too, but she doesn’t want one.”  I specifically addressed a red faced Wendy.  “Wendy, place train a tertiary guard for when Kit is busy.  I do wish you would get a hobby - maybe you should train a special protection detail squad for me.  That’ll give you something to do.”

“That is a very good idea.  I’ll get started as soon as this crisis is over.”

Not surprisingly, two weeks later, Wendy said, “You have two visitors.”  She led in Emily and Deirdre.  I raised my eyebrow in query.

Emily said, “You were right, we were made the scapegoats for this whole thing.  Our careers are over.  Were you serious about that job offer?”

“Yes.  You are both interested in joining my security?  I will tell you now that it is very intensive training, at the end you will be stronger and faster than a Navy Seal.  You will live on the estate; in a real room, not that fake bunker you saw.  We are a family, everyone watches everyone else’s backs.  There are no politics – if someone screws up, they get the reprimand, but everyone helps them take care of it.  Is this what you want?”

The two of them did a simultaneous, “Hell, Yes!”

I went to my safe/refrigerator, undid the lock, and took out two chocolates.  I handed one to each of them and said, “Eat this.”  As they were making “Yum!” noises, I carefully relocked the fridge.

They both zoned out. Perfect.  “You realize that you love me.  For several reasons, I am the hottest guy you know, I am very powerful, I am very nice, and I saved your asses.  You are also overwhelmingly grateful and horny for me.  You will do anything I ask, and enjoy doing it with all your heart.  You are completely loyal to me, and me alone.  Any former loyalties are fading away to unimportance.  You are extremely attracted to me, your pussy aches with need whenever you are not around me, and it is painful when you are not around me for over a week.  You will do anything, except fuck someone because you know your pussy belongs to me now, to get back to me.  You love your new sisters, my other girls, almost as much as you love me.  Just being around them will make you feel better and make being away from me survivable, but not desirable.  Wake now, and join the sisterhood of love slaves.”

Like most girls did coming out of a TMJ trance, they blinked hard, and didn’t recall anything I said consciously.

Emily said, “Wow, that was a good chocolate!  That cream filling...”

Deirdre added, “No kidding.  What was that?  My parents own a candy factory and I have never tasted anything that good.”

I smiled, “It was a special filling.”  I swept them into a big group hug.  “Welcome to the family!  I am sure your new sisters have a party planned for you, they usually do.”  I saw Val come trotting up.  “Now, I will see you at dinner, Val here will show you your new rooms and help you get settled in with your sisters.”

They both hugged me and said, “Oh, thank you, sir!”

Wendy told me a little later that the two of them had to go and take care of some things, like quitting their old jobs.  Apparently they were suspended, pending dismissal.  They just went in and quit, grabbed their desk photos, then left.

Also suspended, pending investigation, was the FBI district chief, who, it turned out, hadn’t done his homework.  We WERE on the list of privately held top security federal contractor bases, like Boeing and McDonnell Douglas.  Apparently President Pendelson had added us to that list long ago after the initial incident to avoid paperwork on the shooting down of the terrorist plane.  Anyway, Randy Swanson threw away his career authorizing the raid when a simple check on his computer would have given him an alert.  His counterpart at the DEA, Amanda Carsairs, was also suspended.  Between the two of them, they spent close to ten million dollars on the botched raid.

Chapter 60

The digging for the new atrium was completed by the end of June.  It was a little scary looking down from the precipice into the pit which was fifteen stories deep.  The work crews were finishing up the structural supports and cement pouring.  Several of my girls had had to move because the end of their dorms were being opened out into the atrium.

The top concrete was poured, enclosing everything, then the dirt was put back in place.  It was amazing, from the surface you couldn’t even tell that there was anything below.  Heck, they even put sod over it.  Also, Trisha brought in some strange black material that they embedded into the concrete.  She told me that it dispersed the heat into the surrounding area, so satellite thermal scans wouldn’t see the atrium.

Inside, an additional seven levels were being added to the original eight in the dorms.  The original outside dorms were stripped and balconies added.  There was living space for well over a thousand people.  On the atrium floor I decided that I was lazy enough that several shops were put in, also a small urgent care clinic.  The sunlamps were installed in the roof, and tropical foliage brought in.  I had the architect put in a waterfall similar to the atrium in Susberg.  There were swimming pools, basketball courts, tennis courts, and large playgrounds for the kids.

On one side of the bottom floor, a full apartment bunker was built for me.  I also had three more built, giving one to Grandpa and his ladies, and keeping two in reserve.  On the next floor up were apartments.  These were left empty for now.  The rest of the floors were filled with dorms like the existing ones.

A good third of the bottom floor was taken up by the daycare and nursery.  A special set of dorm rooms were built onto that for the barefoot and pregnant ladies.

By the start of the school year in September, it was a very busy and lived in place.  Since the tunnel to the hospital and command center was completed now, a lot of people came through it for parties and to visit friends.  I found out by making a wrong turn, that Hen had snuck into the plans a new TJ club center with large assembly hall, offices, and even a special room for advancement ceremonies.  The entrance to the place had an embarrassingly accurate nude bronze statue of me.  I didn’t know who carved it, but it had every detail and was very good.

About a week after school started, Darla came in and jumped in my lap.  That was usually a precursor to her recruiting someone.  She hadn’t done that for a while now, but I needed to say something anyway.  “You know Darla, it may be better to let these girls join via the TJ club.  Not that I am complaining, you make excellent choices, but if you recruit too many younger sisters, we could get in trouble.”

She snuggled up against me.  “Oh, I know.  I recruited too many at first, but now I only pick sisters that are extremely hot or have a bad home life.”

“Just be careful, we don’t need any kidnapping or child abuse charges.”

Darla, who was sixteen now, squirmed in my lap giving me a huge hard-on.  As she adjusted herself, sinking down on it, she said, “Oh, Master, that is so wonderful.”  After a minute she paused, “Actually, it is the other way around master.  I take patches to school with me for all the girls who can’t leave their home.  Many of them are abused and can’t do anything about it.  Eight have turned eighteen and moved in here, but there are 34 that are in a bad situation.  81 others are fine, but waiting for when they are eighteen and can move in here.  It makes me sad.”

“Well, think about it.  You are a smart girl.”

“Yeah, thanks to you, Master.”  She gave my cock a squeeze with her pussy muscles.

“You are entirely welcome.  Anyway, what is the outcome you want?”

“To get my sisters away from their horrible homes.”

“Good.  Now ask yourself how that can be done.”

“Get the police involved.  But that will just get them into the foster system.”

“That is the next question, how can you control what happens to them?”

“Hmmm...  I know!  Get them fostered with a sister who is older, like I was!”

“Good.  Next step, how do you turn in all these abusive parents without the police getting suspicious?”

“That’s easy, have it as part of the TJ club charter to help abused kids, then have them go together to the police.”

“Genius!  So how do you start?”

“Get some older sisters registered as foster parents.  I suppose they are going to have to move to apartments to do that.”

“Very good.  You are a very smart and very hot girl.  I am proud that you are mine.”

“Oh, thank you Master.”

“Now stop talking and start fucking, please.”

She sank down further and said, “Ohhh...”  That was the most articulate of any of her sounds for the next twenty minutes.

Over the next month, Darla arranged for seven of the original guard sisters to get apartments and be registered as foster parents.  She had club meetings at the high school with the new foster moms, so the girls could claim that they had a preexisting relationship.  A month later, all 34 girls went to the police at once.  Ironically, Trisha and her team were called in to help with all of them.  Trisha sent all the foster mothers who gathered the crying girls together in groups.  I was told it was very heartbreaking.  The police had to go get several younger sisters and brothers.  In all, each foster mom ended up with around eight kids.  The county social worker arrived in a panic, found out that they were all registered foster mothers with prior relationships, and with a sense of relief she arbitrarily assigned all the kids to the foster mom they were with. 

I heard all this as a report from Wendy after all the kids were settled into their new bunk beds in the apartments.  Darla, ecstatic that all of her sisters had made it, immediately recruited all their sisters.  All the boys were young enough not to worry about except for one who was twelve.  The sisters who were around him knew to keep details from him, and he was a bit insular, angry at being removed from his home, so we just let him sit in a corner and sulk for now.  He did perk up a bit watching all the nude girls sunbathing.

The local cops were allowed in to give several secondary interviews.  I got interested because of a really hot auburn haired cop.  I was wearing jeans and a t-shirt, and was chaperoning the officers doing the interviews.  They were wrapping up around 11:30 so I asked if they were interested in a steak.  They all accepted and I led them to my ‘patio’.  It was the first time they had been in the atrium, and they were staring about with jaws dropped.  Outside it was early December and about 10 degrees Fahrenheit, whereas they were sitting at a picnic table under a palm tree and it was a nice 72 degrees.  I threw a dozen steaks on the grill and was grilling while talking with them.

The hottie cop asked, “So you live here?”

“Yes.  This atrium was just finished this year.  There are three more.  The ones for the residents are much larger.”

Another cop said, “You have got to be kidding.  This place is unreal.  I can’t believe there is three feet of snow on the ground outside.”

The hottie asked, “Three more?  How many people live on your estate?”

“At last count, around five thousand.”

“Five thousand?  Shit.  Why don’t we ever see them?”

“Most of them don’t need to ever leave the estate.  We have our own hospital, mall, bars, theater, grocery stores, farms, airport, things like that.”

“You have your own mall?  Jesus.”

Some of the other cops were slack jawed.

“Well, we are a government contractor and this is officially a base.”  I added some corn in a bowl to the grill and some potatoes.

The hottie, who I had determined was pretty smart, asked, “What do you make here?”

“I can’t give you details, you don’t have the security clearance, but we develop and manufacture specialty drugs for vets and also for other debilitating diseases and injuries.  The majority of the military personnel you see around here were badly injured in the war.  I am sure you have met Trisha, she is over at the station a lot?”

They nodded.

“Well, she should have died from cancer four years ago.  Wendy over there was a paraplegic.  And those are minor compared to the way many of these people were.”  I made up their plates plus one for Wendy and myself.  “You want anything to drink?  Coke, Dr. Pepper, water?”  I nodded to Wendy who grabbed their drinks.

We all sat at my deck table and chowed down.  I let them think and gawk for a while.

After they had eaten, the hottie said, “I have a question.  My colleagues here know what it is.”  They nodded seriously.

She reached up and pulled off her hair.  It was a wig.  “I have third stage cancer.  Any chance of getting treatment?”

I was a little surprised.  Most people wouldn’t ask that in front of others.  She must be very close to these men.  “Well, you are local here, so you have some options.  One, you can get the treatment, but it would require a monthly trip here because it needs an arm patch.”  Wendy pulled down her shoulder and showed her.  She nodded.  “Very expensive though, I can give you a discount, but it still would be a big chunk of money every month.”

“Second, you could get an apartment here on the grounds, not here but in one of the resident atriums, and register as a test subject.  You will get free medical like all the other residents.  Or third, if you are single or have only little kids, you can move in to an apartment here.  Everything is provided.  It is communal.  You don’t even have to work anymore.”

“I love my job, but I like the idea of living here.”

“Hold on a sec.”  I went and grabbed a packet of TMJ pills from my wall safe/fridge.  Back out on the patio, I handed the packet to her.  “Take these.”

She looked at the packet, then shrugging, tore it open and downed the pills, chasing it with the rest of her Dr. Pepper.  I handed her an arm patch and said, “Put this on, like Wendy showed you.”  She did it.

“Okay, you’re cured.”

She blinked, “Is that it?  Holy shit!”

The three guys with her sat with their jaws hanging, again.  One said, “You can cure cancer just like that?”

“Yes.  But remember those forms you signed when you came in?”

“Yeah,” he said carefully.

“Those NDAs prevent you from telling anyone.”

“Shoot.”

I looked at the hottie.  “What’s your name, anyway?”

She blinked in surprise.  “Oh!  Carol Cooper.”  Grinning she held out her hand and shook mine.  “Nice to meet ‘cha.”

“Carol, hang out here for a bit.  The rest of you, do you have to get back, or do you want a tour?  Let me warn you, a tour will take hours.”

“Unfortunately, we have to get back.  But we’ll cover for Carol.  Too bad we can’t tell anyone why.”  He gave me a look.

“Just tell everyone she is getting an emergency biopsy, it looks like she is in remission.  It’s the truth, since I am sure Carol wants to test things to make sure.”

Carol nodded and he harrumphed.

After a guard had escorted them away, I asked Carol, “Do you want an apartment for yourself, or have roommates?  The reason I ask is that the majority of the apartments here are shared by test subjects, most of which are big fans of mine.”

“In other words, you keep a harem of women you have saved with this drug of yours.”

“Crudely put, yes.”

“I am not ready for that yet, although I do see the attraction.”  She gave me a wink and a smile.  “But I do have a younger sister that I need take care of too.”

“Then you need a two bedroom.  And since I am taking a break today, Wendy and I will show you your new apartment.”  Wendy called it in, listened, and said, “1331”.

We led her up two stories to apartment 31.  It was a nice apartment, two bedroom, large living room with attached dining room, small kitchen, two bathrooms, and a patio overlooking the main pool of the atrium.

I asked, “I assume you want to head over to the hospital for a physical?”

“Yes, although I already feel great.”

“It will probably take a few hours for your body to repair itself, depending on how advanced your illness was.  And I’m afraid although your hair will start growing right away, it will grow back at normal speed.  There are some nice side effects as well that Wendy and I will tell you about as we head over to Johnson Hospital.”

As we headed up to level six where the tunnel started and there were a few carts parked, I let Wendy explain the physical upgrades she had just received.  As we zoomed down the tunnel she said, “So I will look like a teenager again?  Great.  I had the world’s worst acne.”

“But remember that TMJ keeps you physically perfect.  No acne, just the perfect physical condition of an 18 year old.”

“Hmmm, that’ll be fun.”

“Yeah, I can’t wait until you feel good enough to join the sunbathers.” 

She socked me in the arm.  “Yeah, right.  I bet you can’t wait.”

We reached the cross corridor and turned left to the hospital. I pulled up and Cat was at the desk.  I gave her a hug and a smooch.  “Hey, Cat.  I have a new resident who needs a physical and biopsy.  Who’s available?”

“Jenny just finished a client checkup.  She should be back at any time.  It is one of those idiot athletes who are all divas, so she is running a bit late.”  The secure and private hospital concept turned out to be very popular for professional athletes, NFL, NHL, NBA, the whole alphabet.  Dr. White being a well known rehab specialist helped quite a bit with that. 

Jenny came around the corner.  “Speak of the devil!”  I said. 

She smiled.  “Hi, Tom.  Who is your friend?”

“This is Carol, a new resident who needs a physical.  Initial TMJ dose about 45 minutes ago, third stage cancer.”

“Shouldn’t be much to see then, probably a simple X-ray will show that it is gone.”

“Well, I’ll leave her in your capable hands, doc.  Just send her back when you are done.”  I looked at Carol.  “Carol, just ask any soldier type and they can help you.  Ask them to send you to Trisha to help you with moving arrangements.”

She said, “Okay, thanks!  I don’t know how I’ll ever repay you for this.”

“Just be a good cop.  Come see me anytime.”  Wendy and I took off.

Two weeks later at about four in the afternoon, Carol was at my deck door, knocking.  Wendy opened the door, Carol said, “Can I speak with Tom for a minute?”  Wendy stood back and waved her in.  She had a fringe of hair growing.  She was very cute.

I was at my desk, which I had moved from the top level office down to the bottom for the winter.  “Hey, Carol.  How are things here at Maison de Johnson so far?”

“Wonderful.  My sister loves the new school.  She was a bit of an outcast at the one in town.  Or should I say, the other town.  Susberg is its own town unto itself.  I am amazed at how nice even the children are here.”

“If you like Susberg, check out the village of Cassville sometime.  My sister Cassie is an Avalon fan.”

She smiled.  “I can just imagine.”

“So how can I help you today?”

“First of all I wanted to thank you again.  I am back on patrol, now that I am physically capable of doing it again, and yesterday I pulled over a guy on the freeway.  When I asked for his license, he pulled out a gun.  My reflexes are so fast now that it was like slow motion.  I jumped on the roof, reached through the moon roof, and got his gun before the bastard knew what was happening.  If it was last month, he would have shot me.”

Wendy commented, “Getting shot is not fun.  With TMJ, you heal right away, but if the bullet is still in you, the doctor has to cut in and get it.”  She grimaced, “Anesthetics don’t work either.”

Carol winced.  “Another reason not to get shot.”  She hesitated.  “My second reason for coming here today is to request TMJ for my younger sister.”

“Is she ill?”

“Sort of.  She is a FAS victim.”

“How old is she?”

“13.”

“Good, then she is still growing.  We can cure FAS, but we can’t change things already grown easily.  If she was 16 or 17, the repairs wouldn’t be as complete.  At 13 she should have a complete recovery.  She may have to catch up on some schoolwork though.”  I got up and went to my refrigerated safe and got a packet of pills and a patch.  She was staring at my cock.  Apparently she wasn’t used to the nudist lifestyle yet.

Handing her the TMJ, I said, “I hope I see you more than just to ask for things.”  I grinned, “I am still hoping you will want to sunbathe with the other ladies.  Maybe come by for a barbecue.”

“I’d love to.”  She grinned back.  “Both sunbathe and come by for a barbecue.  But we are still working sixteen hour days investigating the abusive parents.  It should wind down after another month or so.  Fortunately, or unfortunately, depending on how you look at it, there is plenty of evidence.”

“Have you meet Darla?”

“I don’t think so.”

“Adding the ‘report any abuse’ to the TJ club charter was her idea.  She is also a FAS ‘juvie.”

“’juvie?”

“Rejuvenate.  That is a slang term for people who are using TMJ.”

“Ah.  You say she is recovered?”

“Yes.  I found her in a crack house down in Texas when she was 13 like your sister.  Her learning disabilities disappeared overnight, but it took her six months to catch up on physical growth.  Tell you what, I will send her over to talk to you about it.”

“Make it tomorrow, before school.  I have to get back to work right now after I give these to Jan.”

“Will do.”

“And thanks again.  That makes three I owe you.”  She left. 

Chapter 61

My Grandpa Joe and his ladies, my Grandmas Susan, Alice, May and Rhonda, loved their new place next to mine in the atrium, essentially a six bedroom condo.  They moved there, and Grandpa Joe told me I could use the house for someone else.  By now they had seven little girls running around.  My mother spent a lot of time there with her beautiful twins, Bonnie and Lilly.  I assigned an apartment to her as a local place.  My dad was still insular, the one time he visited the atrium, he said, “You have got to be kidding,” grumped around for the rest of the Christmas/Hanukkah celebration then left.

I joked with my mom, “Now I am going to have to come up with Bonberg and Lilville.”  She just smiled.

Grandpa Joe was working almost full time in the Control Center.  He loved the place.  When there he almost always had his head buried inside one of the consoles.

I had two more aunts who were my mother’s age, Rosa and Diana.  As a kid, I had wondered why they weren’t married, now I knew that they were afraid to have kids, not wanting to pass on the gene.  It was a bit late for that now, so late that January I invited Grandpa and his ladies over for a steak grill.  As we were all eating, I asked them all, “I was thinking, maybe we should invite Aunt Rosa and Aunt Diana to come stay here.”

That started a long discussion.  In the end, Grandpa said, “Shut up, all of you.”  Instant silence.  “Of course we are going to invite them.  They are family.”

There were six apartments left, so I assigned one to each of them.  Both of them had moved to Wichita and were sharing an apartment.  I hadn’t seen them in over ten years.  Grandpa and I got on the plane the next day.  The pilots Beth and Maria were happy, I hadn’t travelled since New York.  Wendy, Kit, and their new trainee third, the ex‑DEA Deidre, came with us.

Since Wichita wasn’t that far away, we were landing quickly.  The ubiquitous black SUV was waiting.  The trip to their apartment didn’t take too long.  They lived in two mid-sized apartments which were half an old house each.

Grandpa and I went up to the door and knocked.  A woman, who looked a lot like my mother used to look before rejuv, answered the door.  She peered at us and said, “Daddy?”

Grandpa Joe said, “Hello Rosa.”  They hugged each other, tears flowing.  After a minute she said, “Dad, how come you look younger than me, and who is this?”

“Rosa, this is Cindy’s son, Tom.”

“Oh!” she cried out and hugged me too.

“Rosa, your sister around?  We all need to talk.”

She nodded then yelled, “Di, we have company!”

Another woman, who looked almost identical, came down the stairs.  The greetings were repeated.  They shooed us into the kitchen where we all sat around a table.

Rosa asked, “So to what do we owe this visit?”

Grandpa asked, “Have your moms been keeping you up to date?”

“Not really.  We got a change of address a few years back, but that was the last letter.”

“This visit is to invite the two of you to live with us.  You will each have your own apartment, and there is a hospital next door for full medical.”

“Are you trying to move us into some sort of old-folks home?”

“Far from it.  Shoot, Tom, how do you explain it?”

“They know about the family curse, don’t they?”

“Yes, I think so.”  Grandpa gave the two of them a questioning look.

They both nodded.

I went on, “Well I managed to turn it into something very very good, and got very very rich in the process.”

They both stared at me.  Diana asked, “How could you turn something like that into something good?”

“Because I got a stronger version of it, and it can heal anything, including cancer, paralysis, organ failure, and almost anything else.  One of the things it cures is old age.”  They continued staring.  “We would like you to join us, or at least visit us, and see your seven new sisters, two new nieces, and close to a hundred grandnieces and one grandnephew.”

Grandpa said, “In the end, we miss you and your moms want to see you.”

Rosa asked, “Why didn’t they come?”

“They are all working.  Momma Rhonda owns a bakery store, Momma May owns a dress shop, and Momma Susan and Momma Alice are busy with their newborn daughters.  I normally work repairing computer consoles.”

Rosa and Diana looked at each other.  Diana said, “We can come visit.”

“Great!  The plane is waiting.”

“You mean right now?  Give us an hour.  Besides packing, we need to call and get off of work.”

I put in, “Don’t bother to pack much.  Remember Grandma May has a dress shop, and she is a very good designer.”

When Grandpa and I staggered out two hours later with the luggage, Diana asked, “Who are the grunts?”

I answered, “My security, told you I am very rich.  Aunts Rosa and Diana, meet Wendy, Kit, and Deidre.”  They all nodded at each other.

At the airport, they were speechless as we boarded the jet.  When we landed at Johnson Airport, they were even more speechless.  We went down, hopped on a six seater cart, then I drove them to the main house.  We got in the elevator and went down to the 13^th subfloor where their apartments were. 

I coded their thumbprints into the lock and let them into the apartment.  “These are your apartments if you want them.”  They were beautiful three bedroom apartments with kitchen, dining room, and large living room.  They wandered through and were speechless again as they went out on the balcony overlooking the east end of the atrium.

Grandpa and I exchanged looks.  As they stared out over the railing, he flipped open his cell and called down, a minute later all their moms and their oldest sister were there.  Lots of shrieks, hugs, kisses later, we moved on down to their condo where they had a grill set up on the patio and the female bonding really started.

About halfway through I went over to them and asked, “Two questions.”  They looked at me expectantly.  “One, do you want to move here now?”

They looked about, “Hell, yes!” they said in chorus.

“Second, do you want to be 18 again?”

Rosa said, “Yes!” immediately.  Diana was more thoughtful.  “Maybe.”

I handed Aunt Rosa a packet of TMJ.  She tore it open and looked at the pills in her hand and asked, “Is that it?”

Grandpa said, “Processed and refined, yes.”

She tossed them down and chased it with a swig of beer.  I handed her the patch and Grandma Rhonda showed her how to apply it.  Diana said, “I think I will wait and see how it works with Rosa first.”

The two of them stayed a week before heading back to pack.  The two of them owned a profitable Pizza Hut franchise.  They had several people who had been wanted to buy it from them for years, so it was an easy sale.  They were back in a week to stay.

Apparently Grandpa had a cousin, but he wasn’t sure if he was still alive.  Grandpa told me that his cousin had the other type of cum power, where any female that sampled it would become a sex slave.  We spent some time and found out that his cousin’s grandson was still alive, and was about my age.  Apparently he had the family curse as well, he lived with fifteen drop dead gorgeous females and eleven babies.  Grandpa and I debated contacting him, we wanted to, but if we gave him our power in addition to his, it would give him too much power.  If he didn’t have to worry about supporting his family, then he could recruit like crazy.  Grandpa and I still worried about the motto, “With great power comes great responsibility.”  We decided to just keep an eye on him, and help him out if he had problems.

Chapter 62

We were finally financially stable.  There was more money coming in than going out.  Taking in sports clients tipped the wheel.

Johnson bank was making large loans, and, since they were well researched, those loans were paid back.  My billion in gold bullion stayed hidden in the unmapped bunker along with other emergency supplies.

I decided to use my grooms present.  Taking it out of the safe, I looked at it, it was an open ended ticket for the presidential suite on King’s cruise line, owned by Horace.  I called and made reservations.  I could bring up to eight guests.  Wendy and Kit, of course were going.  Tam, Cat, Jenny, Annie, Susie and Carol were also going.  Susie was going as a graduation present.

Carol wasn’t one of my girls yet, but she accepted the invitation.  She had taken to sunbathing right outside my patio.  Nice.  Her hair was several inches long by now, and it was very pretty.  She had perfect C cup breasts with big puffies that made me hard every time I saw them.  She knew it too.  She liked to watch me get hard and lick her lips suggestively.  I could tell it was just flirting at this point, but it may soon be more since she accepted the invitation for the cruise.

Her sister Jan, like Darla had after being cured of FAS, shot up like a rocket and filled out in record time with nice puffy nips like her sister.  Carol didn’t know, but Darla had already recruited Jan as one of my girls.

Our cruse started in Lisbon.  We flew commercial rather than make the poor pilots wait and guard the plane in a foreign country for weeks.  They would have loved it if it was only for a few days or a week, but the cruse was an entire month.

Lisbon was a beautiful, if heavily polluted, city.  We had arrived just in time to board, however, so we couldn’t look around.  If we were interested, we could stop and look around on the way home afterward.  We boarded the ship.  It was one of those full size cruise ships, with multiple pools, a small mall and several restaurants.  The captain himself welcomed us aboard.  We were personal guests of Horace’s, so we got the royal treatment.  The Presidential Suite had a main bedroom and three smaller bedrooms, a main room, and a bath for each bedroom.  It had a Jacuzzi as well.  Not bad.  Wendy and Kit claimed one of the bedrooms, and the rest of the girls took the rest.  I was in the main bedroom.  I wandered over to see what Wendy and Kit’s room was like, and saw them unpacking some serious hardware.  They left the P90s in the crate, but they had several different dresses from Grandma May with the matching concealed weapons and leg holsters for small revolvers and combat knives.  Since we were expected at the captain’s table in about an hour, they both were dressed in very hot cocktail dresses.  I wondered how they had got P90s through customs, but decided not to worry about it.

The rest of my ladies were also dressed to kill (literally) in Grandma May’s dresses.  I don’t think any of the others had all the hardware that Wendy and Kit had, but I couldn’t be sure.

The captain’s dinner was formal and stuffy.  He kept making suggestive comments about my girls that I didn’t like.  I kept my mouth shut and fortunately it was soon over.  We all fled back to our cabin, took off our formal wear, and collapsed in bed.  Even with the TMJ recovery, we all had jet-lag.  I left the windows uncovered, knowing that we would be adjusted by morning if our bodies just had a little clue.

Sure enough, we all woke up the next morning raring to go.  We headed down to the breakfast buffet, wearing blue jeans and t-shirts.  My girls looked pretty good in t-shirts.  Since TMJ kept their breasts perky, they didn’t need bras, so the t-shirts left every guy there stunned, staring, and drooling.  I don’t know where Wendy and Kit hid their weapons, but I’d be willing to bet they were armed heavily.  Jenny was more relaxed than I had seen her in years.  She needed this vacation badly.

We zipped through Gibraltar, then stopped at Cartagena after three days.  By now I was regretting the trip, it was really boring.  After the first day, I had every square inch of the damn ship memorized.  If they had just made it a bit more relaxing with some palm trees and things, it would be fun.  The ship certainly was large enough for it.  The only thing to do was fuck my girls, and I couldn’t do that all day, as fun as it was.  The only event of note was the first night Carol stripped down and joined my ladies.  The next morning Tam fucked me awake, then took the splooge from her dripping pussy and indoctrinated Carol as a sister.

One the ship, there were only three girls that were even close to mine in looks.  There were a pair of rich snobs who were taking the cruise on Daddy’s dime, and there was a really hot sixteen year old travelling with her parents.  I figured I’d nab the two snobs and straighten them out, but later when we were even more bored.

Cartagena was an interesting city.  It was heavily polluted like Lisbon, but it had some neat Roman ruins.  Otherwise they were really proud of dumb things, like some street that was lined with palm trees the tour guide went on and on about.  I wondered where were all the neat back roads and little stores?  Over the next two days my ladies spent a good $5000 in tourist junk.  I bought a post card and sent it to my grandpa.

The next stop two days later was Valencia.  Much better.  The architecture was very Spanish looking, there wasn’t much smog, I spent one day just wandering about the city, Wendy at my side, of course.  Kit stayed with the rest of the ladies who wanted to shop.  On the last day we took a bullet train into Madrid and spent a day there.  It was smoggy, but a beautiful city.  We got lots of pictures and spent lots of money.

We went north to Barcelona, which was a lot like Valencia.  We watched a bull fight, to our disgust.

The next stop was Cannes.  Big tourist city.  My ladies and I all laid out and got an all over tan.  Of course it was gone two hours after we left the beach, but it was fun.  We really pissed off some models who were doing a photo shoot, my girls were all hotter than the models, and the photographer kept trying to get them to do some modeling and ignored the pros.  There was a lot of French pouting going on.

I randomly picked and went to one of the famous casinos.  At least they claimed to be famous, I had never heard of any of them.  Apparently I was still on the whale list, because I was greeted at the door by a lady who was almost as hot as Wendy and Kit, who were with me.  The rest of my girls were out shopping.

Not really in the mood to learn Baccarat, I was led to a 21 table, known to us Americans as Blackjack.  Wendy stood back and watched the crowd, while Kit sat at the far end of the table.  With the €100 thousand in chips sitting in front of me, that instantly meant a hottie at my side, one at my girls’ level of attractiveness.  I wondered how obvious it was I was an American, since she started with a “Hello.”

It turned out her name was Aurélie, and she stuck to me like glue.  Her English had both French and British accents, and was very good.  She rubbed her tight bust up and down my left arm.  Very distracting.  Kit smiled into her hand, she was almost snickering.

After I lost the money, I got a comp room for the afternoon and took Aurélie up for a romp.  She was very good.  Nowhere in Kit’s class, but still nice.  As I filled her tight pussy with a final load, she was already unconscious and drooling.  I went to the picture window and gazed out on the city for a while until she came to.

She got up and hugged me from behind.  “Hello,” she said again.

“Hi.  I have to go.”

“Aww, do you have to?”  She gave me the French pout.

“Yes.  Do you want to come with me?”

She paused.  “Where are you going?”

“I have the rest of my cruise, then back home to America.”

“You want me to go with you back to America?”

“If you want.”

She squealed with glee and pulled me back to the bed.  I fucked her one more time, then fed her a fingerful of cum.  She zoned out.  “You realize that you love me, Tom, more than anything.  You want to do anything I say.  You, your body, and everything you are belong to me.  You ache with desire for me whenever we are apart.  You also love all my other girls, you are happy whenever I am with them, because I am happy.  You cannot be jealous or angry with your sisters, my other girls.  Wake up now.”

“C’est Magnifique, that is wonderful!” she exclaimed, licking her lips.

“Why don’t you go home and pack a bag.”  I went to the door and opened it, Wendy and Kit were standing there.  “Wendy, Kit, Aurélie has decided to join us.  Wendy, why don’t you tell her where to go after she packs?  Kit, call the boat and tell them to add a second cabin.”  The three of them had to exchange hugs for a minute, then Wendy left with Aurélie, while Kit and I headed back to the ship.

When Wendy and Aurélie showed up a few hours later, a pretty fourteen year old girl was with them.  Wendy said, “This is Dominique, Aurélie’s little sister.  They are orphans, so she needs to come with us.”

“Of course!  You had Kit pay for another ticket?”

“Yes.”

That evening, as my girls joined me, Aurélie and Dominique watched, then stripped down as well.  I fucked Wendy, then, taking a fingerful of cum, gave it to Dominique.  I told Aurélie to tell Dominique how wonderful and sexy I was, how great it was that I owned her, and also how great it was being a love sister.  Aurélie started telling Dominique all sorts of stuff in rapid French.  Half an hour of cuddling with my ladies later, I called Dominique over.  She eagerly scrambled over and mounted me.  Being a French teenager, she wasn’t a virgin, but she was still pretty nice.  She squealed a lot, and was a snapper.  I soon filled her dripping pulsating quim, and then she collapsed forward, passing out on my chest.  Carol moved her aside with a slurp and a whimper from the comatose Dominique as my cock slid out, and then excitedly took her place.  Soon she also collapsed.  Tam took her place.  Then Susie, Annie, Jenny, Cat, and finishing with Aurélie.  Kit was on duty, she watched with a wistful look, but stayed by the door. 

I went over and gave Kit a big kiss, then went out on the patio and jumped in the hot tub.  Soon Wendy staggered out and joined me.  She cuddled with me as we watched the coast of Spain go by.  I figured that we were past Monaco by this point and were probably in Italian waters.  We weren’t stopping in Geneva, but we were stopping in Rome for three days. 

Rome was beautiful, which was to be expected with the church extorting money from everyone for the last 17 centuries.  It took two days to do the usual tourist spots, the Coliseum, Vatican, Piazza del Popolo, etc.  As a group of nine, we usually got our own tour.  Nice.

Our next stop was Palermo.  Also very beautiful.  We were getting a bit worn out on Italian ruins at this point, I was looking forward to Greece.  We had one more Italian city left, and that was Venice.  After a really boring three days we arrived.  Venice was also very beautiful.  Great city to go shopping in.  My girls spent another €300K.  I was glad they were shipping all this stuff back; otherwise we wouldn’t have been able to move in our stateroom.  The stuff they brought along was all stashed in the extra stateroom, used as storage.

Athens was the neatest city yet.  The problem was that it was so polluted that it even made my enhanced eyes water.  It took a few hours for our eyes to adjust, then it was wonderful.  We toured all the Greek ruins, the Parthenon, the Senate, all the touristy spots.

Next on our schedule was Istanbul.  However, the captain announced that due to terrorist activity, we were forgoing the experience.  We went on to Lamaca, Cyprus.  Quaint place.  I half expected a mythological creature to jump out at me at any time.

We went on to Haifa.  We had a full four days there.  We toured Nazareth and several other archeological sites.  I was fascinated, but most of my girls were bored silly.  Carol, whose grandfather was Jewish, was the only other one with some curiosity.

We moved on to Alexandria.  Huge change.  Besides the desert dust, the whole way everyone lived was different.  We took a beat up old train to Cairo for a night, that was fun.  We toured the pyramids.  All the girls got their pictures taken in front of a sphinx.

We were heading for Algiers when it happened.  The captain was going full speed to get past Libya, when suddenly the lights dimmed and the ship stopped moving.  Wendy and Kit went into full warrior mode.  They both put on their dresses with the hidden compartments, grabbed the P90s and Wendy stood watch at the door while Kit went out on the balcony and peered around.

Kit came in and reported that it was a small vessel, probably pirates numbering 15 maximum.  Wendy nodded.  Kit went and got a handgun for each of us.  The two of them slung the P90s over their shoulder, then each pulled out a Berretta with a silencer.  They watched through a cracked door as the pirates worked their way down the hall.  When they were getting close, Wendy stepped out and shot three times.  Three pirates silently went down with a third eye.  Wendy went left, Kit went right.  They were using their full enhanced capabilities, skipping staircases, just jumping up and down between floors, moving so fast that even I had problems seeing them.  Carol, Susie, and I followed, waving the others to wait in the room.  Jenny and Cat got out their medical equipment to get ready for post battle triage.

I took out four of them as I moved down toward the engine room.  Carol went port, and I went starboard.  Susie took off aft, I am not sure where she was going.

We got to the engine room.  There were two men planting what looked like plastic explosives to the fuel tanks.  Carol and I took care of them.  I pulled out all the detonators while Carol checked the engine room crew.  There was only one still alive and he was in bad shape.  He was conscious and asked us in fairly decent English to belt him in the control chair so he could access the instruments.  He said that we were in dangerous waters and if we didn’t get the engines restarted, we could run aground and possibly capsize.  He started shouting commands while we ran around restarting motors and hitting buttons.  Every once in a while we would hear gunfire in the distance.  We got the engine started just in time.  The automatics steered us away from the reef we were within seconds of hitting.  That is when I noticed that the guy in the chair was silent.  I checked him out, but he was dead.  He died with his hands on the controls, saving all our lives.  His nametag read ‘Serrano’.  I would never forget.

I hadn’t heard any gunshots for a minute or two.  I left Carol in charge of the engine room, then headed upstairs.  It was spooky, everything was empty.  I reached the top deck, and there were all the passengers, but wandering free.  Wendy and Kit had taken out the pirates watching the passengers.  I didn’t know where they were, but I headed up to the bridge.  The Captain was there with two crewmen, hitting a lot of buttons fast.  I reported, “Captain, we disarmed the bombs on the engines, and restarted them with crewman Serrano’s help.”

“Why the hell isn’t he answering the comm?”

“The rest of the crew was shot, and Serrano died restarting the engines.”

“Damn.  Good thing he did, we were about to run aground on an unstable reef that would have capsized the ship.  These bastards smashed all the radios, so we are out of communication.  I am trying to get us away from here and into a friendly port, ASAP.  We are closest to Malta, I am heading there.”

Wendy arrived on the bridge at this point and handed the captain a satellite phone.  He sighed in relief, then went out on deck to make a call.

I asked, “Have you done a final sweep to make sure we got all the bastards?”

“Kit is doing that now.  I am sticking with you.”

“No.  You go reassure your sisters in the cabin, get Jenny to go help with the injured, and then you can come back.  I am okay here.”  I dropped the almost empty mag on my Berretta, and loaded a new one, showing that I knew what I was doing.  She nodded reluctantly, then took off running for our room.  Kit and Susie showed up a few minutes later, followed by Wendy returning.  The captain was back and Kit reported, “No more of the bastards, unless they are hiding in someone’s cabin.”  He nodded.  “The passengers are upset, you need to make an announcement.”  He nodded again.

He got on the PA and announced that we were making an emergency stop in Malta.  Also that the authorities would be arriving soon.  He looked around and then looked at us, “I am afraid I am going to have to ask for your help again.  Could you go make sure the helipad is clear?”

We left and headed up to the helipad.  We had to chase off a few passengers who thought that they could jump on the chopper when it landed and get off the ship.  We herded the selfish jerks below.  I actually had to pick one up with one hand and carry him protesting off the helipad.

I was surprised when the helicopter arrived.  It had U.S. markings.  It landed and out jumped ten marines I recognized!  They were members of the Mushroom Squad.  The copter took off and another came in with medics.

The same lieutenant that I had spoken to in Germany came up to us.  “Hello, Mr. Johnson, Sir.”  Looking at Wendy he went on, ”Long time no see, Staff Sergeant Zimmerman.  Might I have a sitrep?”

Wendy went over the current status, then described what had happened.  He nodded and started bellowing orders.  They were searching the ship, room by room.

In the end, Wendy, Kit, Susie, Carol and I had taken out 32 pirates.  There was one pirate survivor.  The pirates had planned on robbing the liner, then sinking her.  They killed 56 crew members and 17 passengers.  Jenny and the medics managed to save 9 passengers and one crew member who were severely injured.

So the focus wouldn’t be on my ladies who had taken out 32 pirates without a scratch, while wearing cocktail dresses; I had the captain make Raoul Serrano the hero of the day.  I sent his widow and kids a check for €10 million.  They were on the news all over the planet.

We were a bit soured about the cruise at that point, so we flew home.  Tangiers would have been interesting, but we were just worn out.  I got Aurélie a work visa as a translator so she flew back with us.  Her little sister came as her dependant.

Chapter 63

It was a relief to be back.  The paperwork on my desk was four inches high, but I took to it with a feeling almost like delight.  Most of it was standard, bills, notices, and the like.  There were four immigration requests, all from level five TJ club members.  Approved.  Trisha had a purchase request, apparently the farmer on the far side of the estate was selling his 480 acres.  Approved, check on extending the perimeter fence.  A request from Hen with attached files for new potential level sixes.  All approved, schedule personal time for each one.  A request from Hen with attached files for new potential level fives.  I spent some time going through the list, there were a few ugly bettys, but I approved them all, schedule an advancement ceremony.

Over the next few weeks I relaxed, barbecued a few steaks, and restarted my rotation of the ladies’ dorms.  I began to think about the future.  We needed to develop a more complete setup.  I went up to Trisha’s office.  Her office was still on the top level in the original house.  I sat on the couch and motioned her over onto my lap.  As she giggled and hopped into my lap, I said, “You like building things, don’t you?”

“Oh, you noticed?”  All my girls, since I told Wendy I liked personality, had gotten a little sassy.  I liked it.  And they knew I liked it.

“Yeah, a bit obvious.  How’s the northern land purchase coming along?”

“The twins signed this morning.”

“Good.  I think that we need to add two things north of the hospital, after we extend the fence of course.”

“What?”

“A secure hotel like the apartments, and a convention center.  Both fenced off like Cassville, only higher security.”

“That’ll blow our budget.”

“I know.  But we have a slush of about 1.5 billion right now, not counting the emergency stash, and let’s just say I have a feeling.”

“What if we leave the current northern fence, add the new fence, move the TJ club camp to the lake on the new land, and also build the new buildings there?  There still would be 300 acres of farmland.”

“Great idea.  We’ll need a tunnel into the hospital from there with full checkpoints.”

“Already thought of that,” she said distractedly.  I could see wheels turning in her head.  I gently put her to the side and left her there thinking.

Two weeks later I had the preliminary plans on my desk.  Erin, who it turned out was an architectural prodigy, had designed almost everything up to now and I hadn’t known it.  Heck, she had designed the hospital and was one of the first to ever use it with the birth of Anna.

There was a problem, the new land directly north was reclaimed swamp and had serious drainage issues.  She suggested that moving the fence over just northeast of the hospital and building there would be much more practical in the long run.  I told her that she had to build the new fence, but leave the old one to completely enclose the convention center and hotel, also to run the new fence parallel to the old north of the old to create a driveway in, but otherwise it was approved.

The construction business in town was a booming industry with all our projects.  I had several thank you letters from the mayor thanking me for all the ‘civic development’.  I was worried that people would be upset when we were done and everyone got laid off.

The farmer who sold the land didn’t want to farm anymore.  I had Mr. Olson, our farmer, recommend someone to take over the new farm.  He returned with a list; the top person on the list was a Hank Anderson who was also the father of a guard.  I sent the guard to recruit him and he accepted immediately.  Apparently he was close to foreclosure like Mr. Olson had been.

That got me to thinking.  I had the twins make offers on the farms out past the new one, and they all sold.  We got another 2400 acres, all the way north to the state highway.  So now we had highways on the south, west, and north sides.  The east side was a big housing development.  On the other side of the north highway was a state forest. 

The fencing crew was working overtime enclosing the new 2880 acres.  It had taken two weeks to move the original northern fence so we could start the construction, but now they were on schedule to finish the new outside fence by October.  The fence itself went up fast, but the road around the interior and all the electronic sensors and cameras took a while.

Of all the farmers who had sold out, only two took our offer to stay and harvest.  Mr. Olson and Mr. Anderson, with a lot of amateur assistance, managed to bring in all the other crops.  One of the new farms was a horse ranch, and the horses were all brought up to the main farm with Mr. Olson.  After we got some more people to help, we would reestablish the second horse farm.

Trisha put up ten more wind generators on the far north side then isolated the farmhouses to our electric grid.  All our lines were buried.  No ice storm or terrorist was going to easily cut our power!  For the new buildings she put in two new wells.  She put in another emergency sewage tile field, but we still pumped into city sewers.

The hotel was essentially another apartment complex with subterranean atrium.  The convention center was large and all underground except for the main stadium which was half buried, only the roof was exposed.  Since cars were expected, there was a subterranean parking garage with lots of extra ventilation. 

The instant we finished and before we even started advertising, we were getting calls for booking the high security hotel and convention center.

Francisca was overwhelmed at being in charge of a hospital and hotel at the same time.  She came to me, rubbernecking at the atrium behind me.  “Sir.  I cannot find enough people to work both the hospital and hotel.  My people are putting in overtime already.”  She was wringing her hands.

“Francisca, relax.  Would you like a drink?  We can sit down and figure something out.”

She looked surprised, but nodded.  I went to the fridge and asked, “Soda or lemonade?”

“Lemonade.”

I grabbed the pitcher and two glasses and led her out on the patio.  Since it was sunny with palm trees and outside the first snow of October was falling, she was awestruck.  I poured her a glass and one for myself.  I let her rubberneck for a few minutes.  “You should come over more often.  I think you would look pretty good sunbathing with the ladies.”  I nodded toward the group of nude sunbathers by the pool.  I was wearing a boxer swimsuit like I normally did during the day.  Evenings I went in the buff too.

She blushed. 

I was a bit curious, “Francisca, what happened to that wonderfully assertive sassy woman I met in your apartment?  You are so quiet here.”

“I just feel so out of place.  I don’t want to rock the boat.”

“Well, that stops now.  After work, you are coming here to dine with my family.  I won’t have anyone feeling like an outsider.  Be here at six.  Casual.”  I gave her the look until she nodded.

“As for getting more help, I think a recruiting trip to New York is in order, don’t you?  I am sure you have friends or family who would like to work here in the new hotel.”

“Really?  That would be wonderful!  I can easily get as many as you want!”

“In that case, unless it is a family member who really needs the job, recruit only girls as pretty as you.  Age doesn’t matter, like your mom they will soon be young again, just check old pictures of them to make sure they were hot when they were 20.”

She gave me a dirty look, but nodded again.

“Then we’ll leave the day after tomorrow.”  I got up.  “I’ll see you tonight at six.”  She nodded again, got up and rushed off.

That evening she showed up for dinner at about a quarter to six.  We actually didn’t usually eat until six thirty so she got 45 minutes of little kids and being pulled into social conversations with my ladies.  She wasn’t naked like most of them, but she didn’t seem to mind.  Seated at the table with the fifty or so ladies that were dining that evening, she was forced to interact.  Right after dinner she took off.

The next day, she was there for dinner at five thirty.  She dressed down to her panties.  She was beautiful.  She dove right into conversations, and even went off with a group of the ladies after dinner.

I had sent her an email with the departure time, and so she was ready to fly out the next morning.  Her mother, Jazmina, was there too.  She wanted to go visit.  I figured, why not?  Jazmina was pretty hot after a year on TMJ.  I wondered what her family would make of her, they hadn’t seen her in a year, and she didn’t look anything like a 50+ overweight old lady with heart issues.  She looked a lot like her daughter.  They both resembled Jennifer Lopez.

We got on the plane along with Wendy, of course, and Deirdre.  Since we were expecting at least ten people coming back, I told Wendy to not bring the extra guards that we normally took with us.

As we flew east, Francisca asked, “Sir, what is the employment package I can offer for recruitment?”

“The usual.  Free apartment, medical, family relocation.  You figure out what a good salary would be.  Because we are high security, no felons without my approval.  You are not to mention TMJ unless it is a medical case, and then check with me first.”

I went on.  “You are in charge of the cleaning staff.  If I were you, I would have several underlings each taking care of a building as manager, all reporting to you.  Then have staff working under them.  Try to follow the physical specs I gave you, but you don’t have to.  Use your judgement.  If you need more than 12 people, we can easily arrange for other transportation.”

“I think I will need thirty at least; another five for the hospital, and twenty five for the two new buildings.  I really should get another five for the mall, they want to fold their janitorial operations in under my department and they are currently understaffed as well.”

“Whatever you think is necessary.  Don’t hold back, there really isn’t any budget, but try not to go overboard.”

She nodded.  She liked to do that.

I had the staff book us at the Hilton Times Square.  No fancy suites, just two connected rooms, one for Wendy, Deidre and myself, and one for Francisca and Jazmina.  The rooms were nice, a living area and a separate bedroom.  Plenty good enough for me.  I had learned my lesson, although my new hotel was a lot like an Embassy Suites.

Francisca and Jazmina took off immediately.  I went and played tourist for the day, enjoying myself with Wendy and Deidre as my companions.  We wandered out to Liberty Island, took a ferry over and back across the bay, visited a few ethnic areas, took the subway line all over the place, and finally took pictures of each other from the top of the Empire State Building.

We met for dinner in the hotel restaurant.  Francisca reported that she had seventeen recruits so far, but that three of them were medical cases.  She said that she hired them as is, that we could discuss TMJ later with them.

I asked which ones were flying back with us.

She said that since six were family, and they needed to bring seven kids, that they would be on the plane. 

Jazmina was quiet through all the business, staring at her plate.  I asked her, “Hey beautiful, what is wrong?”

She burst into tears.  “All my friends are scared of me.  They think I am in league with the devil!  They say it is the only way I could look so young!  I try to talk to them, to say I had some work done, and they cross themselves and run away.  Oí, mi dios!”  She sobbed harder.  I pulled her into a hug.  Francisca came around the table and joined in the hug.

I patted her back and said things like, “It’ll be alright, they just don’t understand.”  Francisca was getting herself worked up too.  I tossed a C note on the table as a tip, then led the two of them upstairs to my room.

I pulled them back into a big hug, Jazmina on my lap, Francisca next to me.  Both of them were crying lightly into my chest.  I said quietly, “They are all just jealous, you are so beautiful.  Like your daughter here.”

Sniff, Sniff, “You really think so?”

“That they are jealous?  Of course they are.”

“No, that I am beautiful?”

“Of course.  You are extremely beautiful.  In fact, I am having a little trouble staying a gentleman here.”

“Then don’t.”  She took my face with both hands and planted a hot wet kiss on me.  Then, to my complete surprise, so did her daughter.  Jazmina returned and continued making out with me as I felt Francisca pull down my pants.  I felt her immediately mount me, taking my hardness deep within her.  She rode me through four orgasms until I filled her up.  Jazmina continued making out with me.  I ripped open her blouse and played with those beautiful perfect breasts.  As Francisca collapsed in a massive orgasm after being filled up, I moved her to the side, looked in Jazmina’s eyes and said, “Your turn.”  She squealed in delight as I ripped off the rest of her dress and underwear, then laid her back and slid home.  She repeated the phrase, “Oí, mi dios!” as I stroked in and out, then shouted “Te amo!” and came hard, passing out next to her daughter afterwards.

I waited until they were coming around and fed each of them a fingerful of cum.  They both zoned out.  I began my litany.  “You love me beyond everything.  Your pussy aches with desire.  You now understand that the whole purpose of your life has been to love me and take care of me.  You love your jobs and know that I want you to be happy so you will enjoy working.  You enjoy being with my other girls, your sisters almost as much as being with me.  They are your best friends.  When I am with a girl, you are happy because I am happy.  Jazmina, you realize that your old friends are just jealous superstitious fools.  You feel sorry for them.  You will dedicate the rest of this trip to family and helping your sister and daughter Francisca recruit.  You are both happy doing anything I want, because I want it.  Now wake up.” 

They both blinked, and said in harmony, “I love you.”  I hugged them both and they hugged me back.  Deidre was on door duty so I called over Wendy to join the group hug.  Francisca and Jazmina started crying again in happiness.  Wendy said, “Welcome to the sisterhood.”

The next day, the two of them recruited 13 more for the cleaning crew.  They also rented two buses to take the 24 plus their kids and luggage back to the estate at the end of the week.  The ones recruited the second day were almost all medical cases who they recruited with the “free medical” part of the contract.  Francisca informed me the thirty new maids were enough for now.  She called the six who were going by plane, telling them we were leaving in the morning from the Teterboro Airport in Union City.  Then she joined Deidre, Jazmina and me in a nice romp in the bedroom.

It took a bit of work, but we got all the luggage aboard the plane.  With the jump seats we had just enough seats for all the kids.  After takeoff they were all over the place.  We landed, and I could just see their thoughts – where were we?  I always got a kick out of that reaction to landing in the forest.  This first group were all relatives of Jazmina and Francisca, so she had several full sized apartments ready for them in Susberg.  The two of them got their family settled and then gave them the tour.  I was in the mall as they came through, rubbernecking.

The rest of the new staff arrived Monday by bus.  A new block of studio apartments had been added last summer, and they took 24 of them.  During the initial physicals, I had Jenny give them all TMJ tablets.

By the grand opening of the convention center and hotel that December, two months later, they all appeared much younger, not quite 18 yet, but very spry and healthy.

The security checkpoint in the tunnel under the fence to the new buildings had a bit of a backup every shift change.  Trisha refused to relax security, and I agreed.  A badge wasn’t enough.  Each of them had to be cross checked by computer with photo ID and thumbprint.  The only way to get through faster was to have a guard personally vouch for a person. 

Trisha had built a bigger guard center than the one by the main gate under the fence next to the checkpoint.  It had more detention cells, a larger office area, and was tied in with the checkpoint.

The hotel was designed similarly to the apartment blocks, only with convenience stores, a bar, and the hotel restaurant along the bottom next to the pool and palm trees.  Of course it had tennis and basketball courts.

We were rated four and a half out of five stars, the complaint being the access.  We sold it as a secure place, but we lost half a star because all guests had to go through security to get in.  Ironic.

The place was booked solid from opening day.  The hotel alone took in close to a $100K a day.  The convention center had varying levels of rent, depending on the customer, but it was also close to $100K a day.  The restaurant seemed puny at about $10K a day.

It was a common occurrence to reject someone trying to get in to the hotel (a lot of paparazzi), and we even had to eject an existing customer or two who had gotten in under false pretenses.  Between conventions, we became popular with celebrities, if a paparazzi was discovered, their camera was confiscated, they were strip searched and all SD cards taken, then they were summarily ejected from the property.  We got away with it since all guests agreed to the terms, and we were private property.  There were a lot of angry paparazzi hanging out around the gate.  One set of pictures got out, but we pulled the security tapes and proved that it was the personal assistant of the lady mentioned.  The personal assistant was fired, and the lady made reservations to return.

Johnson bank had a branch in the hotel.  Strangely enough, a lot of hotel patrons were opening accounts.  We all scratched our head at that one.  Maybe it was our free check cards and online banking.  Heh.

With the hotel, conference center, hospital, the trickle from the gym, the occasional rent from the extra mansion, the income from the TMJ patches, and all the bank loan interest, the accountants figured we would double our money every year.  I told them to keep a reserve equal to all the accounts plus $500 million, then continue making loans.

Lizzie came to me about six months after the hotel opened.  “Tom, Sir, I am passing on a request from a friend.  You may remember her, Madam Julie from the party where we met?”

“Sure.  Nice lady.”

“She would like to meet with you.”

“Pass on that I’ll meet her for lunch in the hotel restaurant tomorrow at 11:30.”

“Thanks, boss.”

“Now get over here.”  Giggling, she came over and pole sat in my lap.

The next day Madam Julie arrived for lunch right on schedule.  She was seven years older, but was still very hot and radiated sex appeal.  However, she was no match for Kit, who was my guard for the day, per my request.  Kit was at the next table in one of Grandma May’s cocktail dresses.

Julie sat down, the first thing she said, with big eyes, was, “Is that the Kitten sitting over there?”  I nodded.  “Wow.  I am one of her greatest fans.  The last thing on her fan page says that she retired to be with her sisters.”

“She did.  But she still does a bi-weekly Burlesque show at Kitten’s club.  Restricted access, but I’ll get you a pass to come see it if you want.”

“Oh, I want, I want.”  She suddenly went professional.  “Back to business.  You own the hottest new hotel in town.  The problem is that I can’t get my girls in.”

“Well, I can’t officially do anything of course...”  She nodded.  “But you know that I have no problems with your business personally.  As long as things are on the down low, and I have full deniability, I don’t see that we can’t come to an understanding.”

She said, “I am willing to offer 15%.”

“I don’t want any money.”  Her eyes went big again.  “Here are my terms.  Any girl you send here has to be pre-registered with my security.  I don’t care about any past except thievery, so any girls you register cannot have a record for that.  Also, they are to be ladies at all times.  You may put a few girls in the bar here at the hotel, but otherwise no solicitation without arranging it with me first.  Also, your girls must make it clear to the clients that motel staff are not part of your operation.  And any contacts between you and me are in person, no phones which may be tapped.  And NO drugs of any kind.”

She was an intelligent woman, I could see her ticking points off in her head.  “Mr. Johnson, you have yourself a deal.”  She held out her hand and I shook it.

“Good.  One more condition.  I will call Kit over and the two of you will join me for lunch.  No more business.”  She smiled, nodded, and got the giddy schoolgirl look again as I waved Kit over to the table.  I let the two of them chat while I just listened and enjoyed my Chicken Marsala.  One point that Julie brought up was how there was a lack of new talent, she had only been able to recruit five girls over the last few years.  She was almost bankrupt and hoped that this new hotel would save her escort business.  I felt a little guilty, being as her lack of new talent was sort of my fault, originally by me, and lately via Darla.  I liked Julie, she treated her girls well, and was happy if one of her girls found a permanent position with a guy.  Mentally I thought of it as more of a dating agency than anything.  I suddenly had a brainstorm.

The conversation had paused for the first time in about two hours.  Julie was a real fan of Kit’s, and Kit loved it.  They really hit it off.  I interjected, “Julie, back to business for a moment.”  She was suddenly professional again.  “I would like to hire your girls to be models, nude sunbathing in their off time.  That would give you a constant legit income, and it would make my guests happy.”

She obviously saw through my ruse, “You don’t have to do that.”

“But I want to.”

“I am desperate enough to take you up on that.  It would be nice to have a legit income.  You know I am officially a modeling agency, so that would work out well.”

“I don’t think modeling rates would apply here, so I’ll pay $15 an hour.”

“I’ll see who is interested.  By the way, how would I register a girl with your guards?”

“At the moment, just go up to the gate and hand them a picture with a name.  They’ll do a background check and let you know in a few hours.”

She nodded.

“So, will you be my date tomorrow evening at Kitten’s?  A real date, nothing else involved.”

She smiled, “Okay.  I’d like that.”

“I will meet you here at the hotel at seven.”

The next evening, she was there in a nice tight dress that left nothing to the imagination.  I smiled and held out my elbow.  She took it and I led her to the elevator and down.  I think she was a little surprised.  I got on my Ferrari golf cart (really cool by the way), and we headed in.  The guards waved as we zipped past the checkpoint, Julie’s eyes getting bigger and bigger as we passed the hospital, theater, then went into the mall, stopping next to Kitten’s Club.  “Holy Crap!” she exclaimed.  “What is all this?  It is like a whole town!”

“It is.  It is a lot like a military base, we have everything here.”

She looked around, then smiled like a schoolgirl again as she saw Kitten’s Club with the marquee poster of Kitten.  She excitedly took my arm and I led her in to my reserved table front and center.  We had a cute bubbly nude waitress, she said her name was “Olive”.  I had a nice grilled chicken sandwich and potato wedges.  Julie got a Philly with onion rings. 

Just as we were finishing, the show started.  She squealed with delight as the Burlesque dancers did their thing with kicks and feathers.  When Kit came out and did her main act, Julie almost fainted.  After the show, Kit came out and sat with us again.  Julie couldn’t stop bubbling.  I took her cell phone and took a picture of the two of them.

As we drove back to the hotel after dancing for a bit, Julie couldn’t stop going on and on about how wonderful it was seeing the Kitten on stage.  I stopped at the checkpoint, took her inside, and had her picture and fingerprints registered.  Then I said, “You can come back any time you want.  Kitten’s shows are Friday night and a Sunday matinee.  Just grab a public cart inside the gate here and take it over to Kitten’s, returning it when you are done.”

“Really?  Wow!  Thank you!”  She gave me a big kiss.

I said, “Kiss me like that and you’ll never get out of here.”

She grinned, “Hmmm, tempting.”

I led her up and to her car.  She got in her bug and drove away.

Two days later ten girls showed up and started sunbathing.  They were all extremely hot, as Julie’s girls always were.  Since we had a low UV in the atrium, just enough for the insects to navigate, they could sunbathe all day with just a light tan.  Occasionally one would get up, put on a dress, and work the hotel lounge, meeting guys and going off for a few hours, often taking a shower afterwards in the pool shower and rejoining her comrades.  They also put on skimpy outfits and worked out in the hotel fitness center.  I would get reports, and on my daily stop by the place, enjoy the view myself.

It was spring again, and time for building.  I owned about 20 acres across the highway from the two main gates.  I had a two story office building built there.  In it was the public relations office, taking up two floors covering half the building.  I saved a half floor for the Julie Edwards Modeling Agency, putting in several photo studios and having my girls tastefully decorate the office.  I invited Julie over to the new building, meeting her in the parking lot.  As she arrived, I whipped off the cover on the sign that said, “Reserved for Julie Edwards”.  She parked and got out.

“What is going on here?”

“A surprise.  Did you know that your girls have been doing more than just sunbathing?  They have been helping out the guests, giving tanning tips to the female guests, helping out in the fitness center, and generally being very nice.”

She looked surprised.  “I knew that I told them to be nice.  But I didn’t know they were helping out that much.  I am pleasantly surprised.”

“Well, tell them to keep it up.  And as business compensation, I have a gift for you.”  I led her into the building and up the stairs.  On the wall in big letters said, ‘Julie Edwards Modeling Agency’.

She gasped, “You didn’t!”

“I did.  I took your polite fiction and made it a reality.”  I handed her the keys.  “It is yours, rent free.”

She shakily took the keys, then opened the door.  The lobby was fully furnished with leather couches and a reception desk.  She stared at the sign on the wall that said, “Offices” and the other sign under it that said, “Studios” with arrows.  She followed the Studios sign and was gasping again as she saw the three photo studios with all the lights and equipment.

Her office was at the end of the hall.  I said, “A surprise for you is in the safe.”  She went over and put her thumb on the pad and it opened.  Inside was a passbook for a Johnson bank account with $500K in it. 

She started shaking again and collapsed on the couch.  “What do you want for all this?”

“It is yours, but I have many girls who want to be legit models.  You will run a real modeling agency, you can keep your other business on the side.  Deal?”

She pulled herself together and said, “You bet your ass it’s a deal!”

“Good.  Now how about coming over to my place to grill a steak or two to celebrate?  We can invite Lizzie and Kit and make it a party.”

“You’re on.”  She took my elbow and I led her out, across the street, and in the security gate.  I told Val who was on duty, “Ask Lizzie and Kit if they would like to join in a small party at my place.  Come on over yourself after shift if you want.”  She nodded.

As I led Julie into the main house atrium which was twice the size of the hotel atrium, and had a good fifty beautiful girls sunbathing, her jaw dropped.  “I guess I have plenty of material here!” she commented.

Kit and Lizzie showed up, wearing their usual outfit, their birthday suits.  While the girls were squealing their greetings, I stripped down and put on my grilling apron, then pulled a pile of steaks from the fridge and tossed them on the grill.  Several of the sunbathers got up and came over, commenting that it smelled good.  Julie got the idea and asked me, “Any place I can change?”

“Just go inside and find a bathroom or bedroom.”  She took off, returning in a minute later in her birthday suit.  Not bad for someone around thirty.  She obviously kept in shape, she was still as nice as when I saw the judge fingering her six years previously.

One of the girls fired up the sound system, and soon everyone was dancing.  I passed the tongs over to Grandpa Joe who had just shown up, then took Julie out on the floor.  We all alternated between eating, dancing, and talking for hours.  The climate computer had faded the artificial sunlight way down and there were a few crickets chirping when I dozed off on my deck couch.

I woke up in the middle of the night to the wonderful sensation of an expert blow job.  Glancing down, I saw that Julie had me deep throated.  I said, “If you finish that blow job, you will never want to leave here.”

She slid my cock out of her throat and mouth.  “Too late, I don’t want to leave already.”  Then she moved forward, deep throating me again until her lips were wrapped around the base of my cock and her super long tongue swirled around my balls.  Needless to say, I didn’t last long, I dumped a huge load down her throat. 

Her eyes defocused as she zoned out.  I started my programming.  “You are falling deeply in love with me.  You know that you tried to fight it, but your feelings are way too powerful.  You know deep in your soul that I am the most wonderful man you have ever met.  You ache with desire anytime you are around me or even think of me.  You daydream and dream at night about me constantly.  You want desperately to be one of my girls.  You know that even through you make your living on your back, that in reality your body belongs to me.  Since the pill doesn’t work for my girls, you will get a diaphragm immediately for your work.  You cannot be jealous of any of my girls, you are happy when I am with one, because I am happy.  You now know that your entire purpose in life is to make me happy.  You will happily run your business because you know I like you running your business and that makes you happy.  Don’t forget to get your monthly arm patch before you leave.   Wake up now.”

She blinked, “Wow!  That was wonderful.”  She saw that I was still hard and slid up to my lap, sliding me deep inside her.  “Damn, this is fantastic!  I don’t know why, but I am loving this more than ever before!”  She gasped on downstrokes, sucking in air on the upstroke, suddenly she screamed and came hard, collapsing and passing out on my chest, drool dripping down her cheek.  I dumped a second load against her cervix.  She mewed and snuggled down when she felt the warmth.  I let her lay there for about 45 minutes when she awoke.  She looked up at me and said, “Damn, so that is an orgasm.  No wonder guys pay so much for it!”  She hugged me tightly.  “Oh, thank you, thank you.”

“Anytime, ma chéri.”

“Be careful, I may take you up on that!”  She grinned and got up with a slurp as my cock slid out of her dripping pussy.  She looked down at my cock and said, “Shit, I miss it already.”  Then she headed inside.  She came out a minute later dressed.  I pulled her into a kiss.  She hesitated for a second, then melted into it.  Afterwards she sighed, then reluctantly left, asking Wendy, who was on duty, where she could get an arm patch.

Every day at about ten she would stop by for a fuck.  It was interesting to watch as her body toned itself up and she got the teenage perkiness back.  I couldn’t resist after a month, I could see it was driving her nuts.  I asked, “Julie, did you want to move in here?”

“Oh, yes.”  Her pussy clenched and she started bouncing in delight.

“Talk to one of your sisters about getting a room then.”

“My sisters?  Then I am one of your girls now?”  She was squealing with delight.

“Of course.  I’ll tell you a secret, you have been since the first day you visited here.”

“Oh, you nasty man.  I am too happy right now to be mad at you.”  She hugged me and started fucking me hard.  She screamed as she came, then collapsed, whispering, “I love you so much it hurts!”

Julie’s modeling agency was taking off like a rocket.  It helped that she had close to 200 portfolios on file, all drop dead gorgeous women with perfect figures.  Most of which were my girls.  They were having fun being models.  Julie’s was becoming known as the place to go for the sweet innocent but super-hot look.  Some of my girls were pulling in close to a million a month.

The triplets were particularly sought after for modeling gigs.  You would never know that they each had three sets of twins, eighteen kids between them.  They looked like innocent teenagers.  TMJ repaired the hip displacement common to giving birth, and their nips were still puffy, having repaired themselves after nursing.

While several of Julie’s escorts had switched over to modeling, several still worked as escorts.  They enjoyed it.  I wasn’t complaining, it kept my celebrity guests happy, mostly male, but a few ladies too.

Chapter 64

Since the winter was over, it was also planting time.  Given that their domains had quadrupled in size, my two farmers were having the dickens of a time tilling all of it.  I told them to do what was practical, and leave the rest fallow this year.  I had the maintenance crew go around and make sure all the farmhouses didn’t fall apart, especially the farm wells.  We did shut off the water so pipes wouldn’t burst with a late frost or this fall when the snow came.  Several of the old farmhouses we just removed, they were in such bad shape.

We had to change the security a bit, we moved the hotel security checks to the hotel entrance, leaving only basic security at the gate.  Then several things like concerts were doable at the convention center.  The attendees for those were not hotel guests and didn’t need the security.  Just the singers themselves.  They would do the concert, then take the tunnel back to the hotel for a relaxing evening.  A concert at the Johnson Convention Center became the standby for tours in the area.  Several new companies got started, most notably a limo service for celebrities.  Unless special arrangements were made, they all still had to fly in at the normal airport, which had expanded and renovated quite a bit.

The entire economy of the area was booming.  We had found the perfect way to spread the wealth.  All the business associated with the hotel and convention center, the supplies for our town, and the low interest bank loans.  In turn, everyone had more money for concerts and other events, and also more money to stay the night at the Johnson Hotel with a sweetheart.  The economy was growing many times faster than the national average.

Because of all the traffic, the city (with my help) widened the road to the west of the grounds, making it a parkway with trees, flowers, and bushes in the median.  An actual stoplight was put in before the hotel/convention center entrance.

Unfortunately, all the prosperity brought in the undesirable elements as well.  Trisha and her swat team were being called up at least once a month, mostly for convenience store holdups and meth houses.  The guard at the High School was stepped up, and we added a drug sniffing dog named Sheela.  She caught 15 meth heads, 4 coke heads, 46 reefer addicts and 2 dealers on her first day.  She was treated like a princess for a long time after that bust.  She went out to the airport where we had our one incoming international flight every Friday evening, mostly people for a convention.  ICE would come in from the big city to inspect the flight.

Grandma May used Julie’s modeling agency and created a catalog.  All the big department stores ordered lines of dresses.  Overnight she became a known designer, taking some of the girls who were models and heading to New York, Paris, Tokyo, and Milan for shows.  She even modeled a few herself, even though that was faux pas.  Designers are supposed to be eccentric though.  Her sister wives joined in too, Rhonda, Alice, and Susan.  Grandpa Joe loved to go with her and help out at the shows.  May Worthington Designs were the hot new thing on the fashion scene.  Fashionistas hung out at the high school just to see what the girls from the estate were wearing, the girls usually wore the latest designs a whole season before they came out in New York since they had access to Grandma May’s dress shop.  Since they were all on expense account, they all stayed at my hotel.  Cha-ching!  Grandma May never did put her special security dresses in the catalog, that would defeat the purpose of the hidden weapons.

We did get a second jet, May and Julie were flying around so much that there wasn’t one for me to use.  To Trisha and Wendy, that was unacceptable.

We were getting to the point where there was a fence jumper every other week.  They were all easily caught; most of them were watched before they even came near the perimeter fence.  We scared the shit out of them and charged them with trespassing; only a few tried again.  The Righteous Crosses hadn’t bothered us in years, but we kept security files on them anyway.

Donna continued to work on TMJ, she was inventing new technologies in her attempts and patenting them in her own name, which I insisted upon.  She said that the biochemistry was so complex that our current technology wouldn’t be up to understanding it for another century at least.  She was having the time of her life so I just let her keep working on it.  Her lab was a very small part of the overall budget.  She had become one of the top researchers in the field of human biochemistry in the world, and was publishing a paper or two a year.  Somehow she found time to have a pair of twins amongst her schedule as well.

Chapter 65

Nancy was on the estate for the summer.  She was 18 and starting at Yale next year.  Her father was three years into his second term.  I was not looking forward to losing his pull once he left the White House.  After a nice afternoon of love making with Nancy toward the end of her visit, I asked her to arrange a meeting with her dad when she got back home.

I met informally with Will and Mary in the residence.  After greetings, he said, “Let me guess, you are worried about January.”

“In a way, yes.  I am worried about what the new administration will do.  I assume you will have to brief the president-elect.”

“I am still debating it.  I have been working on tying down all the connections you have, the contractor base and the pharmaceutical supply for the Mushroom Squad.  I have managed to bury it pretty deep under the auspices of the Secret Service, the Navy, and the Army.  I am thinking about making it need to know, so the new president won’t ever find out unless it is an emergency.  A few members of the Secret Service will know.  If the base status comes up, it will have a top secret notation that only the new president and his chief of staff can access.  It won’t come up on any budget except the Mushroom Squad patch purchases, and that isn’t even a line item, it is buried under the VA’s budget since there are a few retirees now.”

“Hmmm, hope that works.  Okay, changing the subject a bit, I have several large guest houses, I would like to assign one to you on a permanent basis if you are interested.  It is right down the road from the Secret Service hideout so there are usually agents floating around already.”

“I like that idea.”

“Good.  I think it will be a good escape place for you.  And it will be near Nancy, who told me that she wants to work with my legal team after college.”

“Didn’t hear that.  She has really managed to fit in, hasn’t she?”

“Yeah, she had even been keeping a summer job working with the horse stables and dog kennels.  I’ll bet she is the first First Kid to actually have a summer job.”  I grinned.

“First since the president had to run a farm during the summer back in the 18^th century anyway,” commented Mary, “unless you count helping dads run political campaigns.”

We conversed for another hour; then I took my leave.  It was a relief that the President was burying TMJ’s existence in the bureaucracy.  After he was out of office he would still have significant political clout, so I was glad he accepted my offer of one of the spare guest houses.

After I got back, I had Trisha send over a messenger to inform the Secret Service about the President’s new escape house.  I decided to assign him the actual guest mansion that my dad used to have.  Trisha had a fence built around the house and one of the guest houses, so the house had an isolated 15 acres.  The two remaining guest houses I still wondered what to do with.  They were nice, each with a five acre lot.  I fenced them in with Cassville, with the vague idea that maybe the Secret Service Agent’s families may use them.  That also gave Cassville another 100 acres of land.  Cassie happily built some more English style row houses and a large soccer field, but left some forest between them and the fancy cabins.

Chapter 66

I felt it was time for some civic responsibility.  We had instigated a economic recovery in town, even during a major depression, but I felt we could do much more.  Except for a McDonald’s I had built across the way from my southwest corner, I didn’t build anything more across the highway besides the admin center that was already built.

I contributed several million to the two shelters in town.  One was Catholic Charities, the other was public.  I also dumped another few million into revitalizing the main strip, fixing up old buildings, putting in new street lights, repairing the old stop light, repaving the streets, putting in a parking ramp, things like that.  A lot of the Mom and Pop stores perked up.  Even the old drive‑in diner was getting a lot more business.  I wasn’t old enough to remember but my mom said it was beginning to look like it used to when she was a little girl.

To the local community college I made a large endowment with which they used to expand and offer a lot more courses.  With the economic upturn (locally), there were a lot of new students.  Many of my girls attended classes there.

With Darla’s biannual “Get rid of the abusers” drive through the TJ club, which a lot of kids joined just for that reason, crimes besides the gang ones were way down.  Gang crimes had initially risen as the gangs moved in, but Trisha had worked with the local Sheriff and Police to eradicate it.  Sheila, the drug dog, had nothing to do outside of checking the incoming flight from Paris every Friday under the auspices of ICE.

Carol actually told us that the police were complaining.  All they had to do between the abuse drives was to give out speeding tickets.  Those were actually on the rise as the economy got better and more teens got cars for their 16^th birthday.

That was why it was quite the surprise when Carol went to a house on a report of suspicious activity from neighbors.  She knocked then tried the doorbell.  She was blown across the street from the resulting explosion.  She automatically did the drop and roll, and the people in the house there rushed out and smothered the flames on her body.  By the time the bus, fire fighters and other police arrived, she was 90% healed from all the third degree burns.  Apparently the house was the last meth house in town, and the fumes had built up to the point where the doorbell ignited them.  The chief of police told her that she was very lucky, only her clothes were damaged.  She sobbed her thanks on my shoulder that evening.

Chapter 67

It was time for another vacation.  The cruise was several years ago, and I was getting a little restless.  I wanted to try something different, so I packed for Asia.  This time I had Beth and Maria fly the jet, with Tanya as backup.  With me came Wendy and Kit (of course), Lin Su to visit her relatives in Hong Kong, Candy as medical, and Darla somehow appeared on the list, as she often did.  I think she was bored since she had graduated from High School.

Kit had blogged that she was heading for Asia and her Asian fans had gone nuts.  She was scheduled for guest appearances in Tokyo, Hong Kong and Seoul.

We took off on August 1^st.  It was going to be a long flight, over sixteen hours.  The three pilots and Darla took turns flying the plane.  Darla only had a small plane license, but she eagerly sat in the co-pilot’s seat and did a good job.  She had been training with the other pilots but needed the flight hours to get her license.

Early the next morning we landed at Narita airport in Tokyo.  The pilots had recently been there for fashion shows of Grandma May’s, but the rest of us had never been in Asia before, not even Lin Su, who was born in America.  For fun, we all (except for the pilot who drew the short straw and stayed to guard the plane) took the elevated train into town to the Peninsula Hotel where we were staying.  The place was fancy, fountains out front, large living areas with windows overlooking Ueno park, soft couches, and nice western toilets.

We had been sitting for 16 hours plus, so we immediately took off to explore Ueno park.  There were a lot of homeless there, sleeping in boxes.  Since it wasn’t December 23, we couldn’t get into the palace.  The zoo was disappointing.  I was more interested in watching the cute girls running all over the place in their sexy uniforms.  They were all airheads, giggling constantly at nothing and texting all the time.  There were a few in their 20s, but not many.  Most of them were around fifteen or sixteen.

We grew bored with the park pretty fast.  We headed over to the Ginza strip (just across the park from the hotel) and I let the ladies go hog wild.  Down at the far end of the strip was the Sony showroom; I spent the rest of the afternoon there.  Seven floors of prototype electronic gadgets!  Nice.  My inner geek was all aquiver.  Wendy and Kit took turns watching me while the other joined the rest of the girls shopping.

That evening, we were all still highly energized, so we went clubbing in Shibuya.  We dressed up, the girls in the latest May fashions, and I put wore a basic business outfit with nice shoes.

The Shibuya district was interesting, a lot of clubs, but a bit boring.  Dancing constantly is fun for an hour or two, then it really gets repetitive.  There were a lot of hotties there, but they were all so self absorbed that I didn’t even bother.  We headed back to the hotel around midnight.

Something had made my girls randy, and they all wanted attention.  I lined them all up, bent them over the edge of the king size bed and filled them up one by one, leaving them all unconscious and drooling.  Wendy and Kit got carried away and I got them both wildly fucked and passed out.  I stayed up and watched Knight Rider dubbed into Japanese until they recovered, then hit the sack with my ladies wrapped around me.

The next morning we all trampled down to the hotel restaurant.  We were all eating when Candy, who was reading the newspaper, said, “Oh!” and started whispering to Darla who was sitting next to her.  The rest of us ignored them until Candy passed the newspaper to me.  There was a big picture of a very hot girl on the front page.  I read down, apparently a big name Japanese bikini model by the name of Hikari Yamaguchi had fallen a few months earlier and injured herself.  The news was that she was permanently paralyzed from the mid-chest down.  I put down the paper and gave a look to Candy and Darla.

Darla smiled and said, “Looks like prime recruitment material to me!”

Wendy said, “Darla, you would recruit every girl in the world if you could.”

Darla grinned and shrugged.

I handed the paper to Wendy and said, “She may have a point.”

Wendy read it and passed it on to Kit.  “Maybe she does.  It sure is a prime example of the type of injury that TMJ works best with.”

Tanya, who had just arrived after switching places with Maria guarding the jet, read the article and commented, “She looks nice; I would feel guilty not helping her.”

Beth read the article and said, “She is from Kanagawa, which is a suburb of Yokohama, not far from here.”

Lin Su read it next and said, “I agree.”

I said, “So it is unanimous.  Anyone with any idea on how to approach her?”

Tanya said, “Julie gave me the credentials to represent her.  How about we approach her modeling agency and buy her contract?  Since she can’t model any more, they would probably sell it without much of a quibble.”

“Good idea.  Why don’t you look into that for us?  The rest of us will stick around for the day; remember that this evening Kit has her guest appearance at the Tantra Club.”

Tanya took off.  The rest of us migrated over to the hotel hot springs.  Relaxing, but I wouldn’t want to be there for too long without my girls.  Around five we headed over to the Roppongi district.  The Tantra Club had posters out advertising that The Kitten was going to be there tonight.  Very nice posters, obviously done in one of Julie’s studios.  The Kitten was still rated as the #1 erotic dancer on the planet, and the fact that this was her first “public” appearance in five years drew quite the crowd.  The line outside was a block long, like at a dance club.  We arrived, and Kit was immediately recognized and we were let in with a lot of bowing.  The manager, a French guy, had rearranged the place for the occasion, setting up a larger area for a stage instead of the usual small booth areas.

There were several dancers doing their thing in the remaining small booths.  Kit was ushered in back and my ladies were shown seats near the stage.  I was curious and went over and sat in a booth that didn’t have any patrons and had a dancer that was almost as drop dead gorgeous as Kit.  With a start I realized that I recognized her.  She had been at Cheer camp in Florida, I had spent the night with her.  I ravaged my memory, finally coming up with a name, Kumiko.  I slapped ¥10,000 on the platform and she smiled and came over for a lap dance.  Not sure about the rules, I kept my hands on the back of the couch.  After a grind or two and she rubbed her pretty breasts in my face, I said, “Hello, Kumiko.”

She started, then looked me in the face.  “Tom! What are you doing here?”

“I was about to ask you the same thing.  How did you end up in Japan?  I am here with my girl Kit, a guest dancer.”

“My parents arranged a marriage for me, so I was sent here to marry him.  He was so awful that I took off.  My father disowned me, leaving me on the streets.  This was the only job I could get.”

“Well, if you want to go home to America, you can come with me.”

“Really?”  She squealed.

“Sure, we are bouncing around Asia for a bit, then we are heading home.  You are welcome to join us.”

She glommed onto my arm.  “Deal.”

“When Kit finishes her act, you go pack up your things and leave with us then, okay?”

“Okay.  I’ll just stick with you until then.”  The song was done.  I handed her another ¥10,000 which she stashed someplace, then she threw on her skimpy dress and grabbed my arm again. 

We headed back over to the seats that we had for Kit’s upcoming show.  Wendy took one look and said, “Kumiko!  What are you doing here?”

Kumiko broke down crying.  Wendy looked distressed and I hugged Kumiko.  She sobbed, “It is so wonderful to be recognized!  I have been so alone for so long!”  Wendy nodded in understanding.

I said, “Kumiko will be coming with us after the show.”  Wendy nodded again.  Candy and Darla hugged Kumiko, taking her off my hands.

At six, the doors were opened to all the Kitten fans.  The place rapidly filled up and the smoke got thick.  Even our enhanced eyes were red and sore from the clouds of smelly smoke.  I was thankful that my body would repair all the second-hand smoke damage.  Kumiko would be fixed as well as soon as she was recruited.  I don’t know how these people could stand it.

Looking over at the manager who was all smiles next to the bar as skimpily dressed waitresses brought out drink orders, I realized that he was making a fortune this evening.  I wonder if Kit had arranged for a cut.

The music started, an MC got up and announced her; then Kit came out and did her act.  It wasn’t nearly as good as the Kitten club, but was still damn hot.  The cheering was deafening.  Hundreds of thousands of Yen were being tossed onto the stage.  She stayed out for three songs, and then went back stage.  A few minutes later, a table was set up and she started doing autographs and pictures.  It was a big success.  I just stood back and watched the pro at work.  At ten, the table was packed up and Kit headed in back to get her street clothes on.  Kumiko also went and changed, grabbing her makeup box as well.

We were all smelly and tired, so we headed back to the hotel.  As Kit sat down at her laptop to update her blog with pictures and events, I headed for the shower.  Kumiko joined me.  She still had a wonderful body, perfect C cup breasts, a nice shorn snatch, and a pretty face.  She hugged me tight for a minute, my hard cock poking at her cute navel.  Working her way downward, she kissed and licked her way down, taking my man meat deep when she reached it.  Like Kit, she obviously had lots of practice.  Also like Kit, she would never blow anyone else again.  After a few minutes, I filled her mouth with a load of cum.  “Hmmm,” she said as she zoned out.  “Kumiko, you realize that you love me completely.  I am your knight in shining armor, rescuing you from that place.  Stripping is fun, but only when you do it for fun, not when you have to.  You love all my girls as your BFFs and sisters.  You realize that you exist only to be one of my girls and to love and serve me.  Your night with me in Florida was the best time of your life.  I am like a god.  Wake up now.” 

She blinked hard, then said, “Wow.”  She turned around and bent over.  I slid into her dripping pussy and gave her a load a few minutes later.  I carried her unconscious body into the main room and put her in a chair looking out over the park.  Kit was still blogging, so Maria and Beth took their showers, then as Maria left to take over guarding the plane (Beth was staying to work on Hikari, Tanya was too shy to do it herself), Candy and Darla took theirs.  By the time they were out, Beth had a cream pie and was unconscious and drooling as well.  Candy came out first, and I chased her around the room, while she shrieked in delight, her wonderful breasts quivering.  Soon I was making out with her while I fucked Darla who was bent over the bed.  As Darla collapsed forward unconscious from her back arching orgasm, I pulled Candy to me and slowly slid into her tight pussy.  It was amazing, all the girls with me, except Darla, had at least one kid, and they were all still tight and hard bodied.  Candy and I slowly got into a TMJ love making cycle, going for several hours.  She and I eventually collapsed together onto the bed next to Darla and fell asleep.

The next morning Beth was already arguing on the phone when the rest of us awoke.  Apparently she had had no problem purchasing the contract from the agency, but Hikari was being stubborn about meeting with us.  Finally Beth played her Ace card, “Ms. Yamaguchi, the co-owner of the Julie Edwards Modeling Agency has flown to Japan to see you personally.  Can’t you just meet him for lunch?”  She winked at me, and I gave her a grin back.  She listened for another minute, then clenched her fist and made a pumping motion.  Apparently that had worked.  Beth arranged to meet her in a small restaurant not far from her house in Kanagawa.

Wendy, Beth and I hopped on the bullet train to Yokohama.  Japan sure had a nice public transportation system.  We hopped on the subway back north to Kanagawa.  Because the trains were so efficient we arrived a few hours early and spent it sightseeing.  As Gaijins we got a lot of stares, but it sure was interesting.  At one o’clock we were at the café to meet Hikari.

She was there, sitting at a table.  Cute as a button, even with the wheelchair.  Not as hot as Yuko Ogura, the hottest girl in Japan, but still pretty.  I was a little surprised that she was alone.  Even though both her parents were famous, I still expected one or both of them to be hovering only two months after a major accident.  I could see why she didn’t want to go out, she didn’t have any assistant or someone to help her.

We went over to the table, bowed, and Beth and I handed her our cards.  Beth had some business cards from Julie, and I had my plain ones with just my name.  She did a sort of bow from her seat.  I sat down saying, “Thank you for meeting with us.  I realize it is very difficult.”  I assumed from Beth’s earlier phone call that she spoke English.

“It is a good excuse to get away from the house,” she replied.  Her English was very good.  “I am flattered that an agency like the Julie Edwards Agency would be interested in me.  But I hope you realize that I am in no condition to model.”

Beth read the prepared line, “We are willing to offer complete spinal repairs if you are willing to fulfill the remainder of your contract.”

Her eyebrows went up.  “The best doctors have told me that I will be in this chair for the rest of my life.  What you offer is not possible.”

I chipped in, “They can’t be the best then.  Tell you what, theoretically, if your back was repaired, would you finish your contract?”

“Of course.”

Beth pulled out an NDA.  I could see that it had been translated into Japanese, she had been one busy beaver!  “Sign this.”

Hikari quickly looked it over and signed it.  Then Beth pulled out three TMJ tablets and an arm patch.  She said, “Ms. Yamaguchi, these are a special new pill that contain nanites that repair physical injuries on the microscopic level.  Please take them and we will be back here at 7:30 tonight.”

Hikari shrugged and took the pills.  “Why not, I have nothing to lose.”  She downed them with her water.  Being in public, I just snapped my fingers and said, “Wake up.”  She blinked.

Beth showed her the patch on her arm and said, “Put the patch on like this.”

“Why are you wearing one?”

“Both Wendy, the bodyguard at the next table, and myself had the same injury that you do.”

“You did?  You mean this really works?”

“Yes it does.  We will see you tonight.  Sayonara.”  We got up and left her there staring bemusedly at the far wall.

We went to the Maritime Museum, returning that evening.  Hikari was dancing, literally, around the café.  She laughed and hugged us, then, getting her composure, bowed formally and said, “Domo arigato, gazaimas.  Thank you very much.”

“You are very welcome.”  I added, “Beth here will explain things to you.”

I let Beth talk with her while Wendy and I waited off to the side.  Beth came over after a few minutes and said, “She will be joining us back in the States.”

I nodded then we took our leave.  We took the subway, then the bullet train back to Tokyo.  We came in and I hugged and kissed all my girls, then Darla announced, “I have a surprise for you.”  Out came Yuko Ogura with her head bowed.  My jaw dropped.

Darla said, “She was in Tokyo for a photo shoot and I made her an offer she couldn’t refuse.”

I asked Yuko, “What did she offer you?”

“She offered me eternal youth, but if I had known about you, Master, that wouldn’t have mattered.” 

Hmm, Darla already reprogrammed her, it seemed.  This one was going to be interesting.  Yuko was a big celebrity, not just modeling, but also as a pop star and as a talk show hostess.  Paparazzi followed her everywhere.  She needed to stay visible.

“Yukorin, what does your modeling contract have in it for if you want out of it?”

“I have had my own agent for years.”

“Good, because you can’t just disappear.  Call your agent and tell them that you are taking a long holiday and have them do a press release.”

“Yes, Master.”  She pulled out a phone.

I looked at Darla.  “Darla, this was quite the surprise.  I thought you had given up on the surprise recruitment.”

“Well, Tom, when I read that she was in town, and you had commented that she was the hottest girl in Japan, I just couldn’t resist.”  She blushed.

“Just be careful.  Yuko is a big gamble.  She is too well known.  It is like if you went and recruited the Olsen twins.  Do you see?”

“Yes, Master.”  She almost pouted.  She obviously didn’t agree, but went along because I was her Master.  I rolled my eyes and collapsed on the couch. 

Yuko was literally shouting into the phone, obviously her agent didn’t understand why she suddenly was taking a siesta from modeling.  She covered the mouthpiece and asked, “Master, I have to do a TV show tomorrow, and I can’t get out of it, would that be okay?”

“Of course.  We are leaving in two days for Seoul.  Do whatever you need to do to get ready to go.”

“Thank you, Master.”  She went back to her phone call.  It was much less heated.

I sat back on the couch, a naked Kit on one side and a naked Candy on the other.  The rest of my girls (except for Beth who headed out to take her turn at the plane) lounged around on the floor in front of me as we watched the sunset over Ueno Park. 

After the sunset and we had watched the city lights come on, Kumiko said something in Japanese to Yuko, then the two of them got up and led me to the bathroom, where Kumiko had somehow filled the tub, and laid me back in the warm water.  Then the two of them took washcloths and slowly bathed me.  Yuko climbed on board, straddling me, sinking down on my hard cock.  She sighed and said, “So much bigger and better than Asian cocks!”  Soon she arched her back and collapsed as I gave her a large cream pie.  “ Watashi ha no masutā aisuru ,” she murmured as she passed out.  I lifted her up and carried her into the bedroom, Kumiko trailing.  I laid her back with her knees on her shoulders and gave her a cream pie as well.  I called over all my ladies and gave them each a cream pie and oblivion for the night.  Finally, I pulled over Darla and cuddled with her as I fell asleep.

The next day we followed Yuko to the studio.  What a mess.  It took all day just to record a short ten minute TV spot.  Half of it was spent bowing at everyone who came through the door.  Mostly micro-managing executives.  I was a little disappointed, we had to leave in the morning and I had wanted to see Mt. Fuji.

That evening we watched the sunset again.

The next morning we hopped on the plane, heading for Seoul.  It was a huge city, urban sprawl at its maximum.  As we rode in the black SUV (of course) through the city, I couldn’t believe how people were driving.  It was like there were no traffic laws.  We were staying at the Shilla Hotel, a beautiful place that on the outside looked like a temple.  The inside was ultra modern.  I loved the place at first glance.  We got a room next to the large pool, away from the ugly tower on the side.  The cute bubbly desk girls were a nice add-on as well.  I had noticed that except for a few skinny bucktoothed types, most Korean girls were really pretty and nice.

It was still morning so we headed over to the King’s Palace.  Very beautiful with all the temples.  We took lots of pictures.  Beth commented that she was going to recommend it to Julie and Grandma May for photo shoots.  It was late afternoon before we left.

Heading back to the hotel, I noticed a nightclub down the street.  Curious as to what they were like in Korea, I headed down the street and went in, Wendy and Kit scrambling to get ahead of me and check it out.

I am not much of a dancer, so I headed for the bar at one end of the club.  It was really cheesy, something out of the 70s.  A big disco ball, a lit floor, and a room full of people pretending they were on Dance Fever.  Wendy and Kit stationed themselves in the corners while the rest of my girls went out dancing.

There were a few hotties working the bar.  One looked like she was only in her mid-teens, the rest were in their twenties and thirties and looked tired.  The teenager was not getting many hits, which I thought was strange since she was the hottest of the bunch.  An old lady called her over and gave her a hard time.  She must have been her madam.  The poor kid was crying.  The madam said something sharp; took out a rag and carefully wiped away the tears, making sure not to smear the makeup.  The girl sniffled, and then the old lady gestured at me and gave the girl a hard shove.  She slowly walked over.  As she got closer I guessed her age at about 14 or 15.

She came up and started her spiel, introducing herself as Eun.  She wanted me to get her a drink.  I told the barkeep to give her what I had.  A coke.  Her English was quite good.  She saw that I was not dismissing her, so she got friendly, rubbing herself against me, making suggestive comments, and the like.  She glanced fearfully twice at her madam during the performance.

I finally decided to play the hero.  I asked if she wanted to go back to my room with me.  With a big fake smile she nodded yes.  In an instant the old woman was at my elbow.  She wanted “$200 to give Eun the day off”.  I reposted with “$20,000 for Eun’s contract”.  The old woman blinked, then agreed, no haggling.  I waved over Wendy who pulled out two stacks of $10K.  She snatched the money, went in back and came out with Eun’s passport and a bunch of other papers.  On the spot she and I signed what was apparently a real contract, transferring it to me.

I asked Eun if she had any personal effects.  She said no, the reason she was here was that her apartment complex burned down and her family was killed.  She didn’t even own the dress she was wearing.  I gave the old lady another $100 for the dress, then we left.

Back at the hotel, I told my girls to take care of the poor shell shocked teen.  Then I went and took a shower, I smelled really bad from all the cigarette smoke.  I relaxed on the suite’s couch, then dozed off.

I awoke to a nice warm wet enthusiastic blow job.  Opening my eyes and looking down it was Eun.  She was naked.  Nice bod, and completely shorn as well.  I guess my girls thought that this was taking care of her.  Soon I came, filling her mouth.  She swallowed instinctively and immediately zoned out.  I gave her the standard litany, adding, “You love how I rescued you from the old woman, I am your hero.  Now wake up and cuddle.”

She blinked, then snuggled on me with a big sigh.

A moment later I heard the girls come in, they were angrily talking about the soldiers where Kit had danced at that afternoon.  It was rare for my girls to be angry, so I called them over.

The story I got from them was that the club had been inundated by U.S. troops.  That wasn’t the problem.  Kit, like the rest of us, fully supported the U.S. military.  The problem was that they jumped up on stage and tried to assault her.  Beth, Tanya, and Wendy had to get up with Kit and act as bouncers.  A few noses were broken and a few balls were crushed.  Since Beth, Tanya, and Wendy were all decorated veterans, I told them to write up a report and submit it to the MPs at Yongsan.  Kit wrote a long entry in her blog about how a few bad apples make everyone look bad.  It was pretty scathing.

We were all a bit soured with Korea at this point, so we packed up and headed for our next destination, Hong Kong.  We were scheduled only for a short visit, Lin Su to visit her cousins, and Kit had an engagement.  After landing, we checked out the club where Kit was booked.  They were pretty seedy, but had cleaned up a bit for the famous Kitten.  She arranged to dance that night, telling them that she would only be available then.  We checked into the Peninsula Hong Kong for the night, then went back to watch Kit.  After Korea, Beth, Maria, and Wendy kept an eagle eye out for degenerates when Kit danced, while Tanya watched the plane.  There were no problems and Kit quickly did her signing, then we went back to the hotel. 

The next day Wendy, Kit, Lin Su, Darla and I took the train out to Yuen Long where Lin Su’s family was from.  When we got off the train, we all stopped in surprise.  The girl waiting for us on the platform was identical to Lin Su, down to the cute birthmark on her upper cheek.  If Lin Su hadn’t been standing next to me, I would have thought it was her standing there!  After freezing in surprise for a minute, she bowed and said with a chuckle, “You have to be Lin Su!”

Lin Su bowed back and said, “Yes, I can see the family resemblance.  And you must be Li-Hua.”

“Yes.  I will escort you and your companions to the hotel.  You can refresh yourselves and then I will escort you to dinner with the family.”

We followed her, she and Lin Su talking rapidly.  The two of them even walked the same.  They wouldn’t have been so identical if Lin Su wasn’t one of my girls.  She was fifteen years older than Li-Hua, but because of the TMJ, she looked 18, which I assumed was Li-Hua’s age.  Lin Su also had two kids back home, but the TMJ had prevented any hip widening or stretch marks.

We checked into the hotel, which was a communist style prefab concrete high rise.  After washing our faces, we followed Li-Hua to a cluster of high rise apartments nearby.  On the 22^nd floor there was a meeting hall where all Lin Su’s relatives were waiting.  The rest of us held back while she greeted all of them.  There was a lot of joking about the family resemblance.  There were several girls in the room that looked similar, but none as close as Lin Su and Li-Hua.  They were all very pretty, two or three worth an attempt to recruit.

We all sat down at the table.  One of the older ladies asked, “Lin Su, so what brings you to Hong Kong?  You just wrote that you wanted to visit since you were going to be here.”

She answered, “I am part of my bosses’ security, and he is here on vacation.”  She indicated me.

“Security?  Like a body guard?”

“Something like that.”

“You been doing that for long?”

“I was a marine for twelve years.”

They were quiet for a minute.  Then another lady said, “Twelve years?  How old are you?”

“37.”

They were all surprised at that one.  She looked 17.  The original lady changed the subject.  She looked at me and asked, “So what do you do?”

“I am president of a group of companies.  We have a pharmaceutical company, a large hotel, modeling agency, a bank, and several other businesses.”  I didn’t tell them that I owned all these companies outright.

They really didn’t know what to say to that.  The conversation dissolved into smaller groups.  I was soon conversing with Li-Hua.  “So what do you do Li-Hua?”

“I am between jobs right now.”  She said it almost bitterly.

“Sorry to hear that.  So what did you do?”

“Oh!  I was a translator.  That is why the family sent me to get you.  They all speak English, of course, but I am more fluent due to my work.”

Darla, who was sitting next to her said, “Several of my best friends are translators.  Do you do any languages besides English and Chinese?”

“I have worked with French as well.”

“Cool.  Do you want a job?”

“Darla!  At least wait until after dinner!”

Darla grinned.  “That is my job.  I recruit people.”

Li-Hua said, “Just like that?  Are you serious?”

I said, “Yes she is.  You obviously know your stuff, and we always try to recruit family.  Corporate policy.”

“Family?”

“Yes, we all consider ourselves a big family.  Lin Su is like a sister to Darla.  So we consider you all family, too.”

She thought hard for a minute.  “You should know that I was fired from my last job.”

“Why?”

“Because I forgot some of the honorifics for some visiting Japanese businessmen.”

“Let me get this straight.  You are an English and French translator, and you got fired for not knowing Japanese?”

“Yes.”  She looked down in shame.

Darla said, “That is just stupid.  How could they fire you for that?”

I said, “Yes, I agree.  Any company that would fire someone for that I would not do business with.  I don’t trust a company that has stupid management.  Your first duty for us would be to write up a report on your last company so we can put them in the blacklist file.”

Li-Hua quietly said, “You really don’t care that I was fired?”

“Yes we care.  We are angry at your last company for firing you.”

Darla said, “You can say that again.”

“I have been unable to work for two years because I was fired.”

“Did anyone ask WHY you were fired?”

“No.”

“Well, that is stupid too.”

She tentatively smiled, “When you put it like that, I agree.”

Darla asked, “So you’ll take the job?”

“Of course.  But what is the job?”

“We’ll figure that out later.  Don’t worry, like I said, we take care of family.”

“If you are hiring, my cousin Meilin was also fired.  She was a lawyer, but got fired for correcting her boss in front of a client.  She has a job, but I know she wants to be a lawyer again.”

“Was she a good lawyer?”

“Yes.”

“Corporate or Criminal?”

“Corporate.”

“Then I think it is time to establish a Hong Kong office, don’t you think so Darla?”

Darla grinned, “Yeah, that would be a good idea.  I still think Li-Hua would be better if she was located back in the States.”

“I agree.  Li-Hua, after dinner introduce us to Meilin and we will probably hire her.”

“Thank you.  You said I will be working in America?”

“Probably.”

 

After dinner, Li-Hua introduced us to Meilin, a pretty girl who was very serious.  Then she took off to tell her parents.  I said to Meilin, “I understand you are looking for work as a lawyer.”

She froze for a second.  “I was, but gave up years ago.  I was fired from my associate position.”

“Yes, I heard.  I also heard why, so that doesn’t matter.”

“I have also disgraced myself with my current job.”

“Unless it is illegal, what does that have to do with anything?”

She gave us a look, “I think I like you, American.  But I have been working as a dancer in a club for two years now.”

“So?  Do you still have your license?”

“Yes.”

“Then it doesn’t matter.  100K U.S. dollars a year to set up a local office for the company.  You interested?”

“Yes.”

“Good.  It is settled then.  Darla here will go over the details with you.”  I deliberately left the two of them there.  Darla said something, she nodded, then Darla scooted over after me. 

I murmured to Darla, “Now I just have to figure out what a local office will do.”

She started laughing.

 

That evening after my shower, I came out and both Li-Hua and Meilin were lying in my bed, naked.  Li-Hua said, “We would like to thank you for giving us our lives back when we had given up hope.”  They got up and each took a side, pulling off my towel and wowing, then pulling me toward the bed; laying me out. Li-Hua climbed on top of my face, letting me lick that wonderful pussy.  Her cousin climbed up and mounted me.  They both rode me like professionals.  I was willing to bet that dancing wasn’t the only thing Meilin had been doing.  I heard both girls gasping so with a final suck on Li-Hua’s clit I blasted Meilin full of cum.  They both shrieked and came massively simultaneously.

Before I could stop them, they both dipped a finger in Meilin’s pussy, getting gobs of cum on them then they sucked on their fingers.  They instantly zoned out.  I sighed and began my standard litany.  I finished with, “You both realize that I am the most wonderful man alive and love me totally and completely above all other concerns.  I am the one who rescued you from living your life in shame and doubt.  Your American family loves you and you love your American family.  Now wake up and love me.”  They both blinked, sighed, then cuddled with me.

The next morning they both were worn out after a long night.  We all took a group shower and headed out for the lunch meeting with Darla, although the second Darla saw them she squealed and gave them each a big hug, “Welcome to the sisterhood!”  Wendy and Kit smiled, they had known what was going to happen when they let Li-Hua and Meilin in the night before and had given them the same hug earlier that morning.

 

We set up a satellite office in Yuen Long with the brainstormed purpose of getting a constant supply of medical patches.  Meilin happily ran the office, hiring fifteen more people who had been blacklisted by being fired.

Li-Hua came back with us to America, and was pregnant within a month.  She and Lin Su were like twins, always playing tricks on everyone by swapping places.  Lin Su even managed to get pregnant right away as well so they matched.  Li-Hua had a gift of languages, learning accent-less American English, Japanese, Korean, Spanish, and German – before her kid was even born.

Hikari and Yuko went to work for Julie, becoming even bigger celebrities than they already were.  Eun went back to school.

Kumiko happily settled down as one of the sunbathers in my atrium.  She said that she had been working hard for years and just wanted to relax.

Chapter 68

We chopped another 40 acres off of the farm next to the convention center and expanded the fence.  Then we built another underground parking ramp with permanent parking for residents.  Teens were commonly going and coming for jobs and since residents were well off, they all had cars.  There was no need for them in the estate, so they parked them in the quasi-secure area of the convention center.

I considered building another mall on the land, but I didn’t want to kill off the businesses inside the gates.  Instead I had Erin start work on designing another underground complex like the hotel and apartments to be used for offices.

We were going over the plans when a general page went out, security lockdown orange.  That was the code that said to lock up all secured material.  Being paranoid and with lots of discussion with Trisha, I also had added self-destructs with dead man switches on all materials for TMJ.

Locking up our plans, I headed for the Control Room.  When I got there I asked the GIC, “What is going on?”

“Surprise DSS inspection.”

“You have got to be kidding.  We have been a registered base for over ten years now, and this is the first inspection.  Find out what is really going on.  Someone sent these guys.”

She nodded and began issuing orders.  I asked, “Which gate?”

The GIC pointed to a monitor.  They were at gate three, the hotel tunnel.  I went to a golf cart, both Wendy and Kit sticking to me like glue, and we took off for the gate.  When we got there, I parked next to Trisha’s cart and the Secret Service cart.  I could hear a ruckus being raised in the gate office.  I headed inside. 

Facing Trisha and Agent Daniels from the local Secret Service office was a sour faced middle aged harpy yelling at them to get out of the way.  I asked, “Colonel Wells, what is going on here?”

“Sir!  This woman claims to represent the DSS.  She refuses to wait while her credentials are checked.”  Trisha handed me an ID with the name Agatha Cromwell on it.  The name sure fit her appearance.

I said, “Ms. Cromwell.  This a secure facility.  Until your credentials are validated and your biometrics checked, you are going nowhere.”

“Harrumph, I am leaving.”  She turned and headed for the door, leaving the badge in my hand.  Very suspicious.

“No you are not.  Colonel Wells, arrest this woman.”

Trisha gestured to two guards who immediately handcuffed the woman.  She really started spewing threats and invective.  Trisha’s tablet pinged and she looked at it.  “Apparently there is a Agatha Cromwell with the DSS, but she is twenty eight years old and blonde.  This woman does not match her in any way.”  Trisha stepped forward, “Jane Doe, AKA Agatha Cromwell, you are under arrest for trespassing, espionage, and impersonating a federal agent.  You have the right to remain silent.  Anything you say will be used in court.  You have the right to an attorney during questioning, if you cannot afford one, one will be appointed for you.  Do you understand these rights?”

“Yes, you self-righteous bitch!”  She continued shrieking threats and invective as she was hauled off to be fingerprinted and put into a cell.

I turned to Trisha and Agent Daniels.  “I wonder what that was all about?”

They both shrugged.  Agent Daniels said, “I need to report this to Washington.”

Trisha added, “And I will immediately call the DSS and report it as well.”

I said, “Let me know what happens.”  They both nodded.

Two hours later a task group from the DSS arrived.  They had no problems with Trisha checking their credentials and biometrics.  I arrived just as the results came back.  Agent Daniels was already there.

Trisha was saying, “Your biometrics match who you say you are.  You are cleared for mid-level security which allows you to go anyplace on the compound that is not marked off limits to you.  Do you understand?”

“Yes,” they all replied.  The older guy in the middle said, “Hello, I am Agent Reynolds.”  He shook our hands.  “This is Agent Edwards, Agent Wong, and the real Agent Cromwell.”  Agent Cromwell was actually really pretty.  We all shook hands and I identified myself. 

Agent Reynolds went on, “I understand that you had an attempted security breech by someone pretending to be Agent Cromwell.”

Trisha answered, “Yes, we have checked her prints against all the databases, police, FBI, DOD, CIA, Secret Service, Interpol, MI6 and FSA.  She is a ghost.”

“That is unusual.  I wonder if she was scrubbed?”

“Hmmm, not a bad idea.  Hold on a sec.”  Trisha whispered something into her mike.  A minute later she said, “Yes she was, last year’s FSA database says that she is Camille Wendt.  Thanks.  I am going to add that to the standard searches from now on.”

“Did you say ‘FSA’ database?  How did you access...  No!  I don’t want to know.  Anyway, she was scrubbed huh?  That takes a lot of pull, especially if she was removed from all the databases.”

Trisha pulled a few printouts from the nearest printer and handed them to the agents.  They looked them through.  Agent Cromwell commented, “Wanted by Interpol for Armed Robbery and Assault.  Bad girl.  I really wonder how she managed to get it scrubbed.  It appears that we will have to add hacking and tampering with federal databases to the charges.”

Trisha asked, “Do you want to see her in the cell, or should I have her taken to an interview room?”

“An interview room is fine.”

Trisha muttered into her mike.  “Interview room 2.  This way.”  She led everyone to an observation room.  A minute later Camille was brought in and handcuffed to the table in the interview room.  AIC Reynolds went out and entered the interview room.

“Hello, Ms. Cromwell.  I am Agent Reynolds from the DSS.”

“Fuck you.”

“Not now thanks.  What is your name?”

She was silent with a smug look on her face.  Reynolds just sat there with a cold smile and watched Camille.  She began to fidget, and five minutes later she said, “There is no way I will ever tell you who I am.  And there is no way for you to find out.”  She got the smug look back.

“Why is that?”

She refused to answer.

“Is it because your name was removed from the database, Camille?”

Her eyes got big, “How...”

“You really should be more careful when dealing with governments, lady.  We have resources you could never comprehend.  You are in a lot of trouble.  Why were you trying to break into this base?”

It took a few hours going back and forth until she finally slipped and said that she was after TMJ.

Reynolds asked, “What’s TMJ?”

Camille realized she had slipped and was quiet again.  Reynolds tried for another hour, finally leaving and had her taken back to a cell.  Back in the observation room he asked, “What is TMJ?”

I answered, “It is the pharmaceutical that we developed and manufacture here.  Its primary use is for the treatment of vets.”  At least as far as they were concerned it was.  “At least Agent Daniels can relax, they weren’t after Pendelson.”

Daniels said, “I’ll relax a bit, but I’ll hang around if you don’t mind.”

“Of course.  She could be lying, but TMJ is even a closer kept secret than President Pendelson’s summer home here, so it is unlikely that she would use one to cover the other.”

“Changing the subject, let’s go get some dinner.  I assume you are staying at the Hotel?”

“We actually hopped on a plane so fast that we didn’t book a hotel.”

“Then I’ll comp you some rooms.  Do you want one suite with multiple rooms or several individual rooms?”

“It doesn’t matter.”

I looked over at Wendy, “Staff Sergeant Zimmerman, could you please arrange it please?”

“Yes, Sir.”  She murmured into her mike, a minute later she said, “There are four rooms reserved on the floor level, and you all have dinner reservations on the patio.”

As we headed toward the hotel, I asked Agent Cromwell, “Agatha, I wonder how she got her hands on your ID?”

“No idea.  I am normally more of a desk clerk, absent a lot for health reasons.  This is only my second time ever in the field.  I was a bad choice for her.”

“They probably picked someone who had a good record.  You don’t look ill.”

“I was exposed to a toxic spill my first time in the field.  My lungs are in very bad condition.”

“Let us know if you are ever put on medical.  We will hire you as our DSS compliance officer, and we can fix your lungs as part of the deal.”

“Seriously?  How can you do that?”

“That is one of things we do here.”

“Wow.  You might be seeing me sooner than you think.  I was scheduled to go on permanent medical next week, but was pulled for this because my ID was used.  The air in here must be awfully clean; I haven’t had an asthma attack since before I arrived.”

I grinned, “Trisha here is a bit paranoid.  All the air in here runs through giant scrubbers as part of the ventilation.”

I never got a reply to that as we walked out into the hotel atrium.  They all were staring around with their jaw dropped.  Us locals always enjoyed watching people as they saw it for the first time so we just stood there and let them gawk.  After a few minutes we moved on to the restaurant where we had a table on the patio overlooking the small forest of tropical trees and bushes.

Agent Edwards tentatively asked, “How far underground are we?”

“This hotel has 14 stories.  Some of the other atriums are deeper.”

“Other atriums?”

“This is a very small part of the compound.  Low security.  There is my private one, which is 15 floors and about twice as wide as this.  The four apartment complexes for personnel are also 15 floors, but eight times as wide.  The hospital has one with 15 floors, but it is only half as wide as this.”

“Your private one?”

“Yeah, for my family.  I figured, why not?  I own all this anyway.”

“You own seven atriums like this?”

“And the convention center, the hospital, airport, several military command bunkers, a mall, a movie theater, plus several other businesses in the area.”

They were speechless as the waitress came and got their drink orders.  Reynolds finally commented, “That must be one hell of a drug.  This place must of cost billions to build.”

“About two and a half billion, although it is only about $45 thousand a day to run.  We easily make that much in profits.  I let the accountants worry about that though.  So, has Ms. Wendt broken into other facilities?  You sure got here fast enough.”

“I can’t go into specifics, but there has been a series of break-ins.  You are the first to catch the thief beforehand with your biometric security.”

I said, “Yeah, good idea there, Trisha.”  She blushed.

Reynolds asked, “If you don’t mind me asking, why is this place run by a bunch of teenagers?”

“Because for the most part, we aren’t teenagers.  It just looks that way.  Tell me, what is the consequence of perfect health?”

He thought for a moment, then let out an, “Oh,” and peered around.

“In fact, I am probably the youngest person that you see here at thirty-one.”  I noticed a girl bussing a table nearby and said, “Let me correct that.  The girl bussing the table over there is in her teens, probably the daughter of one of my regular personnel.”

Agatha announced, “I have been offered a job here after I take medical next week.”

Reynolds asked, “How is that going to work?”

“Part of the job offer is to restore my lungs.  Then I will be the DSS officer for this base.”

Trisha said, “Good, we need one.”

Reynolds asked, “How are you going to do that?”

I answered, “Top secret.  Essentially we will give her the same treatment that vets get.  It works, Trisha here is a vet who had several cancers when she got here.  That was fourteen years ago and not a single reoccurrence since.”

Trisha said, “Wow, has it been that long?  Time flies.”

“Yeah, I think next month is the fourteenth anniversary of when I called you in to help with security.”

Wong frowned and spoke for the first time, “Then you were seventeen when you got security here?”

“Yes.  My sister Cassie had just won all four events at the gymnastics nationals and the paparazzi were causing problems.  I called a local security agency, and Trisha was consulting there.  She was on medical discharge from the marines.  We were testing an early version of our treatment and she volunteered to be a guinea pig.”

She continued, “When it worked so well, I offered to get more security personnel from medically discharged marines.  A year or two later, our operations were classified by the government.  So we run side businesses like this hotel to keep the place afloat.  Tom likes to call me paranoid, but one of the main attractions is the high security.”

Wong smiled.  She was really cute when she smiled. “I remember that.  I was ten and wanted to be a gymnast for a while after that, but my parents couldn’t afford it.  I was really disappointed when she didn’t go to the Olympics.  What does she do now?”

“She is running a training gym over on the western side of the property, not far from Pendelton’s house.  It is fun to visit, she has a real fetish for Avalon and King Arthur, and has her own walled village that looks like a piece of England.”

Daniels said, “Yeah, my family lives there.  It really feels like you are in the middle of England, pubs, cricket fields, castle and all.”

Edwards said, “I would love to see that.  I am a bit of an Avalon fan myself.”

I said, “You all passed the security check, you could just go look after dinner if you want.  I assume that you are leaving tomorrow to escort Ms. Wendt back to Washington?  You still have several hours of sunlight.  Then once you see that, the rest of the base is mostly underground, just ask any of the guards for directions.  Unless you are with me or Trisha, you are blocked from the security control center and secure areas in the hospital, and, of course, any private property, otherwise you can wander all you want.  Agatha, since we are recruiting you, I can show you where you will live and the basic amenities if you like.”

She smiled prettily, “I would like that.”

We all talked for the rest of the meal, then they all checked in and went to their rooms for a few minutes.  There was still one doctor’s apartment left at the hospital, so I had it assigned to Agatha as DSS agent.  All the “classified” work was done there anyway.

She came down to meet me at the tunnel entrance.  Slightly out of breath, I waited for her to catch it.  We walked over to the security checkpoint, and hopped in a public cart.  Wendy had gone off duty, so it was Kit who sat in the back.  I drove her to the hospital, then we got on the elevator and went down to the floor where her office was.  Her name and title were already on the plate by the door.  I set the door with her thumbprint, and then she explored the office/apartment combo.  The patio overlooking the atrium was her favorite part.

I explained, “The residency rules are simple.  Treat everyone like they are part of your family.  If you have any family, children, siblings, parents, etc. that are not a security risk, they also get an apartment here.  Off duty, clothing is optional, although clothes are usually worn here at the hospital unless you are in the atrium.  Any outside visitors have to be cleared through security.”

I asked her, “So do you officially accept the job?”

“Oh, yes.”

“Do you have any medical appointments left before leaving the agency?”

“No.”

“Then follow me.”  I led her upstairs to the front desk.  “Eun, who’s on duty today?”

“Both Jenny and Donna.  Frank will be in an hour from now.”

“Whichever is least busy for a TMJ treatment.”

“That would be Donna, she just finished her rounds.  Hold on.”  She said something into her mike.  A minute later Donna came around the corner.

“Hey, Tom!  I hear we need to do a new TMJ treatment!”

“Yes.  Agatha will be starting here next week, and she has badly damaged lungs from a chemical spill.”

Donna looked closely at Agatha.  “Okay.  Agatha, come with me.”

I said, “Agatha, I’ll meet you back here in half an hour.”

“Okay.”

I flirted with Eun until Agatha reappeared about 35 minutes later.  She immediately rushed over and attached herself to my arm, staring at me with Bambi eyes.  Donna showed up a minute later.  She took one look and commented, “Well, those videos that Darla set up must have worked.”  She gave me a grin.

I rolled my eyes, “Let me guess, she has two of them, one general video and one for single women.”

“How did you ever guess?”  We both laughed.  We both knew what Darla was like.  Donna checked to make sure the patch was properly applied, then went back to work.  I said bye to Eun, then led Agatha back to the cart.  I gave her a hug and a squeeze and she sighed in pure delight.

As we drove back to the gate, I said, “You know that you cannot tell outsiders about the sisterhood.  Correct?”

“Of course, Master.  I can tell people how much I have fallen in love with you, but nothing private.”

It appeared that Darla’s video was pretty complete.  I was going to have to watch a copy.  I gave Agatha another hug, then sent her to her hotel room, telling her that I would see her on Sunday when she moved in.

I walked back to the main house on the surface, something I hadn’t done for a while.  As I approached the main house and was passing Jenny’s former lab (she didn’t use it anymore so we reconverted it to a banquet hall), I heard a girl crying in the bushes.  I immediately dived into the bushes, Kit right behind me.  It was Pamela, curled up and sobbing her heart out.  I picked her up and she immediately wrapped herself around me, sobbing in my shoulder.  I carried her around the corner and sat on the short wall around a tree, keeping her in my lap.

I let her sob for a while, then I said, “Honey, what’s wrong?”

“They’re all so mean to me!”

“Who is?  The other kids?”

“The ones in school!”

“Are you talking about Theresa or Reena?”

“No, no, no!  They are my sisters!  The other kids in school!”

“What are they doing?”

“They call me names, are always punching my arm, and make fun of me with the other kids!”

Hmmm, this was a problem.  Pamela, like all of my girls, was very smart.  We had put her in an accelerated course, skipping three years.  She was only thirteen, but was a sophomore at the high school.  “Do they tease your sisters?”

“All of the time.”  Theresa, Reena, Anna, Tabitha, and Katherine of my own kids were also in accelerated courses in the high school.  Several of the rescue kids were as well.  Many of them had graduated, but not said anything.

“What sort of things do they say?”

“Brain-job, Smarty-pants and Clubbie are the main ones.  They also call me Baby and Diaper Girl.”

“Sounds to me like they are jealous.”

“Oh, I know that, but it is still hard.”

“You know that you are many times stronger and faster than those kids.  If they punch your arm, punch them back, harder.  You are also many times smarter, don’t return a barb, but come up with something that will quietly shame and/or embarrass them.”

*sniff* *sniff* “That shouldn’t be too hard.”

“Yeah, talk to your sisters.  Just remember that you are above calling names.  Okay?”

“Okay, Daddy-Master.”  She ran off.

The next week I asked how it was going.  “Oh!  All taken care of.”  She skipped merrily away.

Chapter 69

It was a few weeks later that Agent Daniels called me.  “Tom, we have an emergency in Washington.”

“What’s up?”

“Another god-damned bombing.”

“Shit!  President Barnes?”

“Yes, the first family; also President Sarkozy of France and Prime Minister Naoto Kan of Japan, including their families.  This is potentially a diplomatic disaster.”

“Crap.  Are they on the way?”

“No, they are in too bad a shape for travel.”

“Bethesda?”

“Yes.”

“I will head a team immediately.  You sending someone?”

“Agent Williams if possible.”

“Tell him to be on the tarmac in ten minutes.”  I hung up.  Turning to Wendy I said, “Medical Emergency in Washington.  Tell Olivia and the GIC that we are wheels up for Bethesda in fifteen.”  I waited for her to relay that.  Then I said, “You, Kit, and a full team get your ready bags.”  She relayed that, and I headed to where I had my ready bag in the closet.  Wendy, and thirty seconds later, Kit, were dashing behind me in the tunnel to the airport.  As we emerged at the airport, the full ready team emerged from the security control tunnel.  In a hurry, we took the stairs to the surface, jumping between landings.  Just arriving via the surface path was Agent Steve Williams, one of the enhanced Secret Service Agents.  The plane was being emergency prepped and we boarded.  The pilots were doing their final check as Olivia arrived with two nurses.  The three of them carried the emergency IV TMJ cooler, two medical bags and their ready bags.  Just tossing them in the door, we closed up and the pilots did an emergency take-off.  Time from phone call to take-off, eleven minutes.

Not worrying about wasting fuel, and with special secret service clearance, we were landing at the naval base in Bethesda in under an hour.  All of us had changed our clothes and were wearing the military fatigues with the “family” patch.  Even Olivia, whom Darla had recruited a few years back.  Olivia was pretty, no match for my other girls, but I wasn’t complaining, she more than made up for it in personality.  She had had a beautiful little girl a year ago as well.

The secret service had vehicles waiting.  We loaded into the black SUVs which burned rubber to the new WRNMMC.  WRAMC had shut down a few years back.  The guard at the hospital entrance ran our IDs, sitting up straighter and straighter until he got to mine, at which I could detect a slight nervous quiver as he sat up straight and waved us through without even checking the rest of the IDs.  He stood at full salute as we drove through.  I commented to Wendy, “Wow, I sure would like to see what was on his computer when he ran my ID!”

“Pendelson worked some magic there.  You have the honorary rank of General, and also have O-10 level, which is four stars.”

“You’re kidding!”

“Nope.  You actually have a rank equal to the Secretary of the Navy.”

“No wonder that guy almost shit his pants.”  I wish I had known about this earlier.

We approached the building.  It was surrounded by troops.  Our driver flashed his badge and we drove through.  At the main entrance, we got out and the secret service checked all our IDs again.  AIC Quince stated, “We will allow one bodyguard for Thomas Johnson. Thomas Johnson, Doctor Olivia Yates, Nurse Carla Longsworth, and Nurse Angela Dennison are all allowed to enter.”

I told my troops to hold station at the door and to assist if necessary.  Wendy came with me, she was retired military.  The AIC checked her ID and immediately okayed Staff Sergeant Wendy Zimmerman.

After we were through the door, the AIC said, “When the event occurred, I opened a packet of special contingency orders which told me to contact Agent Daniels.  He told me that you have a drug that will heal all the injuries?  That is hard to believe.”

Agent Williams, who had been restored by TMJ after being shredded by a bomb himself said, “Believe it Agent Quince.  The same thing happened to Pendelson, remember?  I was on POTUS detail and was also caught in the blast.  Lost an arm, my face, a liver, pancreas, intestines, one lung, and had shrapnel in my heart.  Pendelson wasn’t much better.”

AIC Quince looked at the very healthy Agent Williams and said, “I still don’t believe it, but I have no choice.  The President and First Gentleman are dying.  So are several foreign leaders.”

I said, “Can the foreign leaders wait a day?  This is top secret, we need Presidential orders to allow the use on foreign nationals, especially politicians.”

He thought for a minute, “Let’s leave that one up to the doctors.”  He turned to Doctor Yates.  “Doctor Yates, I give you full authority to use your special drug on the President.”

“Thank you, Agent Quince.  Please take me to her.”

We were led upstairs and toward the back of the hospital.  Passing through four checkpoints, finally reaching the President’s room.  We could see the French contingent down the hall and I assumed the Japanese one was around the corner.  Leaving everyone else at the door, Agent Quince, Doctor Yates and myself went in.  I stood back as Doctor Yates went to work.  Fortunately the local doctor wasn’t in the room.  Olivia checked the chart.  Um-hmmed.  She asked Agent Quince, “Sir, who had power of attorney for this patient?”

“Normally the First Gentleman, Randy Barnes, but he is in as bad a shape as she is.  So it devolves upon me.”

She pulled an envelope from her bag, took out a form, filled in a few entries, then handed him the pen, “sign here”.  He did so.  She tucked it away, and then she checked the vitals of the patient, stared for a minute, sighed, then injected TMJ into the IV.

She said, “Let’s take a look at the First Gentleman.”  Agent Quince led them to the next room.  I took one look and winced.  He was missing both legs and part of an arm.  The rest of him was bandaged and I could see some things were misshaped, including his missing penis.  Olivia immediately injected another TMJ dose into his IV.  She said, “Well, now all we have to do is wait.  The President should be awake in an hour or two.  I will need to talk to her about the other patients at that time.”

At the nurses’ station, she checked the general status of the others.  They could keep for a bit, although their injuries weren’t much better.

As Olivia was finishing up about 45 minutes later, an older doctor came rushing down the hall.  “What do you think you are doing?”

Olivia turned and said, “Sorry, Don, but I can’t tell you that.”

“Olivia!  What happened to you?  I thought you had passed away years ago.  You look like a kid!”

“The same thing that is happening to the President right now.  Top Secret, I’m afraid.”

He said sarcastically, “Don’t tell me, a top secret lab and experimental drug.”

“Yup.”

“What?  I was joking.”

“I’m not.  And it isn’t experimental.  It is just top secret.”

A secret service guard called out, “Dr. Yates, the President just woke up.”

“Sorry, Don.  Gotta go.”  She smiled and headed for the President’s room.  The other doctor tried to follow, but was blocked.  While he blustered, I followed her into the room.

Olivia said, “Hello, I am Doctor Yates.”  She walked over to the bed.  “Can you tell me your name please?”

“Diana Barnes.”

“Good.”

“Can I have a drink of water?”

“Sure.”  Olivia poured a cup and held it while the President sipped.  She drank half the cup then leaned back.

“Now what the hell happened?”

“What is the last thing you remember?”

“Going to lunch with President Sarkozy and Prime Minister Naoto Kan.”

“Apparently there was a suicide bomber disguised as a waiter.”

“Shit.  How long?”

“This morning I believe.”

“Couldn’t have been much of a bomb.”

Agent Quince said, “Madam President, four secret service agents are dead, two other waiters are dead; Sarkozy, Naoto Kan and their families are in critical condition.”

“Damn.  How is Randy?”

“Very bad shape, but getting better.  I will let Dr. Yates tell you about that.”

“Madam President, when the hospital here, you are in Bethesda, by the way, determined that you were unlikely to survive your injuries, a special Presidential directive was activated.  The secret service contacted my boss here,” she indicated me, “and we immediately flew in.  This also happened to President Pendelson.”

“You mean the rally bombing?”

“Yes.  We evaluated your condition, and determined that you needed a drug developed for veterans called TMJ.  Now this drug is Top Secret, and I cannot treat Sarkozy, Naoto Kan, or their families without your permission.  Before telling me I can do it, let me tell you some of the effects of TMJ.”

She nodded.

“You must wear an arm patch for life.”  Olivia showed her the patch on her arm.  The President nodded.  “The positive side effects are that you heal almost instantly, will never be sick, even from cancer, are four times the strength, and your body will optimize itself to your ideal physical shape, which is usually about eighteen years old.  President Pendelson had to wear makeup for the second half of his term.”

“That doesn’t seem so bad.  I can see where it would be dangerous to let people find out about it though.”

“One note, Madam President.  What is the logical consequence to being a perfectly healthy eighteen forever?”

“Oh my god.  I see why this was suppressed.  And I see why you are questioning the use of it with Sarkozy and Naoto Kan.”  She hesitated, “It is a presidential decision, isn’t it?  Damn.”  She laid there a minute.  “As a politician, I trust Sarkozy more, France is a bigger ally.  But as a person, I trust Naoto Kan more.  Sarkozy is very likely to do something stupid, like tell the world about it.  Hmmm.”  She looked up at Dr. Yates.  “Dr. Yates, I am authorizing you to treat Naoto Kan and his wife.  Not Nicolas Sarkozy or his wife.  This is one of the hardest decisions I have ever had to make.  At least Sarkozy’s child is safe back in France.”

Olivia said, “Thank you, Madam President.  In an hour or so, you will probably be able to walk, but stick to the wheelchair and you may visit Randy next door.  He is in much worse shape than you, although he may be awake.  Assure him that in three to six months his legs, arm and other missing parts will regenerate.  Apparently he jumped in front of you when the bomb went off.”

“Oh, that man.”

“We’ll let in the other doctor now.  Remember he knows nothing of this.”  We left, letting in the other doctor who was hovering outside.

We went down to Naoto Kan’s room.  He had been at the far end of the table, had been injured badly, but was still conscious.  We stopped before the room and bowed to the Gaimusho security people.  I said, “We have come from the American President to talk privately with the respected Naoto Kan-san.”

One of them went into the room for a minute.  He came back out and said, “Please enter.”

We went into the room and bowed to Naoto Kan.  He was bandaged up pretty good.  Half his face was covered with bandages.  So was his left arm.  I looked over at the security man standing in the corner.  “Sir, we are here from the President of the United States Diana Barnes on a personal basis, not political.  If we may speak alone please?”

Naoto Kan’s voice was rough and gravelly, but his English was excellent.  “Toshiro Kazuki-san I trust with my life.  Anything you say can be said in front of him.”

“As you wish.  We have come with an offer.  We have a medicine that will heal both you and your wife, but the condition is that you cannot reveal it to anyone, not even your government.”

“If you have such a medicine, why do you want it to be secret?”

“If you agree to our terms, we will tell you sir.  When you hear why, you will understand.”

“For my wife, I will agree.”

“Thank you, sir.”  I nodded to Olivia, who took a packet of TMJ from her bag and handed it to him using both hands.  “Please take these.  The only bad side effect is that you will have to wear an arm patch.”  Olivia showed hers.  “The positive side effects will be immediately apparent.  Because you have no missing limbs, you will be ready to leave this hospital by this evening.  Your wife will be able to leave as well, but it will take three to six months for her arms to regenerate.”  His wife was in the next bed, unconscious.  She had lost both arms.  I nodded to Olivia who injected the TMJ into her IV.

“The biggest change will be that you will grow younger again.  You will look young like the Doctor and me in a few months.  You will never be sick again either.”

He raised an eyebrow, then took the TMJ.  I said, “Wake up!” when he zoned.  Olivia and I bowed again and I said while shaking his hand, “Sayonara, Sir.  We will arrange a supply of patches with your personnel.”

“Sayonara.”

We left and went back to the doctor’s lounge to wait.  After a quick snack and an hour or two of making out, Olivia was paged, “Dr. Yates to room 412.”

It was Randy’s room.  The president was there, the wheelchair in the corner while she stood next to the bed trying to calm Randy down.  He was saying things like, “Why didn’t you let me die?” and “I am useless now.”

Olivia asked, “Madam President, you haven’t told him yet?”

“He never gave me the chance.  I have been too busy holding him down and keeping the other doctor out of the room.”

“Harrumph.  Okay.”  She turned to Randy, whom I was holding down.  “Randy, shaddup and listen.”

“Why?  Why didn’t you let me die?”

“If you would calm down and stop being a self pitying ass, I will tell you.”

The profanity shocked him out of his thrashings.  “Pardon me?”

“Yes, pardon you.  Now listen.  All of your missing parts will regrow.”

“Including...”

“Yes, including your penis.  In six months you will be whole again.”  At his shocked look, she continued, “It is amazing what is cooking in some of the secret hidden labs.”  That was the right thing to say, like most Americans, he was suspicious of the Government, so he accepted that.  A bit of a strange reaction for the First Gentlemen, though.

I said, “Madam President.  I have conferred with the Secret Service.  Randy needs to have some place that is 100% secure to convalesce.  Camp David has too many news leaks.  I would like to offer one of my guest houses, which are already secured by the Secret Service, for Randy’s use.  They are next door to Pendelson’s home.”

She replied, “Unless Randy has some protest, we will accept your offer.”  She looked over at the clock on the wall.  “I think Naoto Kan and I need to do a press conference as soon as possible.  I need to confer with my colleagues.  If you will excuse me.”  She left the room, forgetting her chair in the corner.

As we left the room, alarms were going off over in Sarkozy’s room.  They worked for an hour, but Sarkozy died from his injuries.  President Barnes, who was rushing about, looked hang-dog and guilty for a minute, then recovered with a tough look on her face.

Naoto Kan and President Barnes actually put on some fake bandages, carefully dressed in hospital robes, then headed out front where the press core awaited.

A podium had been set up on the top stair of the hospital.  The President stepped to it, Naoto Kan beside her.  Choreographed like it was rehearsed.

The speaker said, “Ladies and Gentlemen of the Press.  The President of the United States and the Prime Minister of Japan.”

President Barnes smiled grimly.  “People of the world.  This morning, a cowardly suicide bomber attacked our peaceful trade conference.  We have lost a great man, President Sarkozy of France, as a consequence.  Also injured were Carla Bruni  Sarkozy, Nobuko Kan, and Randall Barnes.  This attack, believed to be the work of Al Qaeda, is an act of terrorism, striking at innocent families, and has strengthened our collective countries’ resolve to bring these madmen to justice.”  She went on for a while, then Naoto Kan stepped forward and gave a speech in Japanese.  I should have brought Li-Hua along, oh well.  I was sure it was a version of the same thing.  My girls were actively monitoring everything and I would get a translation later.

We hung around for another day, just to make sure everything was kosher.  We left with Randy Barnes in a wheelchair, fake legs in place for paparazzi with telephoto lens.  He commented while we were wheeling him out, “I feel better than ever before in my life, and I am missing my limbs!  This is crazy.”  Olivia had already observed growth at the stumps.

President Barnes visited Randy several times.  Five months later they were jogging together around the perimeter.  She was teaching him how to apply the latex for aging and they were leaving the next day.  She was flushed almost constantly, the two of them had tested everything that had grown back and were, as she put it, “like teenagers again”.

Patches for Naoto Kan and his wife were arranged through the VA on the US base in Okinawa.  They must have kept up with the latex as well, because his appearance didn’t change.  After four months his wife appeared in public again, with both hands.

Six months after the trip to Bethesda, I received, by special courier, a box of wine from Naoto Kan.  It was two bottles of 1978 La Tâche, some of the most expensive wine in the world, and very hard to find.  In exchange, I added a Japanese Hot Springs and rock garden to the hotel, and sent him an invitation to come and stay for as long and often as he wanted; no makeup necessary.

Chapter 70

I hadn’t checked in on Jane for a while, so I went down to her laboratory.  She had just published a paper on the endocrine system in which I had not understood one word in ten.  Her twin girls, now at a very hot thirteen, were helping her in the lab.  They were both level six club members and they waved and giggled when I walked in.  I waved back and went to find their mother in the very large lab.  Soon I found her sitting on the floor, staring at an old fashioned chalk board.  I stood and admired her beauty for a while, when she suddenly said without turning her head, “Hey, Tom, what’s up?”

“Just checking in on the prettiest and smartest biochemist on the planet.”

“Harrumph.  Well, she is sitting here frustrated.  I have a problem.”

“Anything I can help with?”

“Maybe.  I have the TMJ transdermal supplement down to needed application on a six month basis.”

“That’s wonderful!”

“The problem is that even at one month, the patches are getting ragged.  They would never last six months.  We have tried an under the skin implant, but TMJ makes the body reject it and expel it in a few minutes.”

“Oh.”  I thought for a minute.  “Maybe you are directing your efforts in the wrong direction.”

“Come again?”  She turned and looked at me.

“You realize that several of my older generation relatives and all my children only need one pill a month, and that they don’t even use the patch?  Also that all the original girls who have been taking TMJ for years are down to one pill a week?”

Her eyes got big.  “Actually, no.  No one ever told me.”

“Maybe you should investigate why, and maybe come up with a treatment that will let people get a shot once a month or maybe even twice a year and not even need a patch.”

“Hmmm, I will do that immediately.”  I could see the wheels begin turning.

“And Jane, come over to the house tonight.  We all miss you.”

“Um-hmmm...”  She was completely distracted.

I went and found the twins.  “Tina and Gina.  How have you been?”

“Great, Daddy-Master,” they chorused.

“Have you been keeping up with your level six practice?”

“Yes, Daddy-Master.”

“Show me.”

They scrambled over and undid my pants.  These two eager sexy thirteen year olds had me hard as a rock.  They excitedly began a two girl blowjob that left me weak in the knees.  It was unbelievable.  In no time at all they both got a very large mouthful of cum.  They immediately zoned out.  Since they were already mine, I just reinforced, “That was the most fun you have ever had, wasn’t it?”

“Yes, Daddy-Master!”

“Who is the only one your wonderful sexy pussies belong to?”

“You!”

“You both need to join me tonight in bed, don’t you?”

“Oh, yes!”  Even zoned they began bouncing with excitement.

“Who is the only man you will ever love?”

“You, of course, Daddy-Master!”

“Now wake up and enjoy the taste.”

The blinked and both said, “Hmmmm...  That is so wonderful.”  Tina said, “Practice is good,” Gina went on, “but it never tastes that good,” Tina finished, “nor is ever that much fun!”

I fastened up and sent them off giggling.

That evening Jane and her daughters showed up for dinner.  Jane was very sociable, much more than in the past few years.  Her girls, who hadn’t been over for anything besides holidays since they were four, loved it.  Jane was a bit of a traditionalist, even though she was ultra-modern in her work.  I have observed that many scientists are that way.  Anyway, the girls lived with her in a doctor’s apartment at the hospital.

After dinner I pulled Jane aside where I kissed her hard.  “You really need to come over more often.”  I kissed my way down, slurping up her left nipple.  She gasped and cuddled my head.  I sat back on a couch, pulling her with me, still slurping on her nipple.  As I pulled her forward, I speared her deep and she squeaked as my cock hit her cervix.  I saw the twins watching from over by the hot tub and grinning.  I winked at them and got a rhythm going with their mom.  Soon she screamed and came hard, passing out and collapsing.  I gently put her next to me and got up.  I went over to Tina and Gina who had fun licking me off while I said, “I will see you two tonight!”

That night the two of them snuck into the shower with me.  We had fun soaping each other then I chased them into the bedroom where I left them both drooling and unconscious spread out on the bed with big cream pies dripping onto the sheets.  It was messy, so I went out to the patio and dozed off in a deck chair.

I must have slept in, because I was woken by a real pretty blonde with a nice curvy body.  What was so unusual was that she looked familiar, but I had never seen her before.  That almost never happened in the family atrium.  “Sir,” she said, “you have a phone call.”

“Thank you.”  I got up and she eyed my cock, but didn’t say anything.  She was wearing a Grandma May work dress.  I guessed she was from Susville.  I quickly got dressed and dashed into my office.  I picked up the call.  It was from President Barnes.  “Hello, Ms. President.  Sorry about the wait, I was out of the building.”  Well, sort of.

“Mr. Johnson.  I understand that you run a secure hotel?  I believe I saw it when I was there last year.”

“Yes, Ms. President.  The personnel are all Secret level clearance, but guests vary.  We can segregate out floors under a set security level.”

“Well, we would like to resume the trade conference, and Naoto Kan suggested your hotel.”

“Just you and him, or is the new President of France going to be there?”

“Just the two of us, plus family.”

“Then I can give you some other options as well.  You can stay in the hotel, we’ll block out an area for you.  Or else you can use my personal atrium, which is inside the base security near the house where you and Randy stayed.  Depends on how official you want to make this.”

“Hmmm, I will call Naoto Kan to confirm, but I would like to take your invitation to be your guest.  That way I can take off all this damn makeup as well.”

I went to see Trish.  Sitting on the couch, she bounced over and sat on my lap.  Always a wonderful lapful.  I said, “Three things.  One, add a small Japanese dojo and rock garden to the family atrium.  Two, take two of the three family guest suites and set them up for Naoto Kan in one and Diana Barnes in the other.  And three, come here.”  I kissed her hard.  She shifted, lifting up her ass and sinking down on my hard cock, impaling herself.  Throwing her head around she bounced until I came, filling her up.  She arched her back, threw her head back with her mouth and eyes wide open and screamed.  A minute later she collapsed unconscious.

We took out one of the two basketball courts, moved some trees over, then built the rock garden and small dojo deep in the woods by the back wall of the atrium.  Li-Hua hired a small Japanese man who was a Karate expert to design and lay out the place.  Several of my girls, mostly security but some others as well, studied the martial arts and immediately set to caretaking.  It was interesting to watch, half of them wore traditional Japanese women’s outfits, and half wore men’s gis. 

I also added a ‘hot springs’ just off the patio from Naoto Kan’s room, removing the hot tub.  I sent a purchaser to get a case of 2000 Château Pétrus.  It was a bargain for $41K.  I put two bottles in each guest room.  I knew the Japanese were sticklers for house gifts.  I still had the two bottles of 1978 La Tâche that Naoto Kan had sent me.  I planned on using one of them for the fancy dinner planned.  I asked the ladies to wear clothes on the east side of the atrium while the guests were there.

We let in Agent Daniels to check over the area.  He was astounded, he had never been in my private atrium before, only the hotel and hospital ones.  The individual suites were large, first floor on the atrium floor had a living room, master bedroom, and a large dining room and kitchen.  Second floor had a den and four bedrooms.  Third floor had a giant Recreation Room and a storage room in back.  Each of them had a large patio off the ground floor, stairs up the side to a patio on the second floor and a balcony on the third floor.  There was a small elevator in the back next to the ‘front’ door.  Across the hall from the front door were offices.  I let the secret service set up in the cleared offices across from the two selected guest suites.  There were no doors on the second and third floors to the hallways behind.  I showed the secret service the emergency evacuation routes, including my private escape tube that Trish had insisted that I have.  It was two tubes next to each other, each a meter in diameter.  One was filled with water.  I could step into the other, hit a switch, and it would fill with water from the second tube, shooting me up half the way to a sealed staircase leading out.  It was an idea that Trish had got from watching Indiana Jones.

Since the Secret Service already had checked everyone on our ‘base’, that was a non-issue.  They actually were officially pleased, but unofficially upset, that they didn’t find any security risks.

I ran into the blonde who had found me the month before.  She worked up in my office filtering phone calls.  I found out why she looked so familiar.  She was Melissa and Rissa’s mom!  She was one of our oldest TMJ cases.  The twins had got her an apartment in Susberg a while back and I hadn’t given it any thought once I signed the paperwork.  She looked content so I didn’t bother her, but I put her on my mental list to take care of some time when things weren’t so busy.

First to arrive at my private airport was Naoto Kan and his wife.  We had cleared out a private hanger for his plane, which was a corporate jet, not the monster like Air Force One.  I went and greeted him and his wife with Kumiko, who had volunteered to be their hostess.  She had been eager to meet him, since he had announced that he was leaving office soon.  They both already looked like they were teenagers.  We did all the bowing, he handed me another expensive looking bottle of wine, and then I said, “Naoto Kan-san, this is one of my kanojo, Kumiko.  She will be your hostess and assistant while you are here.”

“Mr. Johnson.  When we are away from the official things, call me Naoto.  Nice to meet you Kumiko.”

“Sensei, hajimemshite.”  She gave a small bow.

I said with a smile, “Call me Tom.”

I led them to the elevator, which we took down to the tunnel system.  I had an assigned cart for them with Japanese flags on it.  His man Toshiro Kazuki sat in back with the luggage while he drove with his very pretty wife.  I nabbed one of the carpool carts and led the way to the main residence, deliberately passing through the mall on the way.  Naoto raised an eyebrow at the mall, and followed me until we parked at the tunnel entrance on the fifth subfloor of the residential atrium.  He raised another eyebrow as we got on the elevator and I pressed 15.  I deliberately led them in the back way so they went through the apartment and came out into the atrium that way.  He stood there at the patio door and took in everything, the atrium, the hot springs, the area off to the west with all the courts, pools, and children playing.  He said the first thing since we met earlier, “Very impressive, Tom.”

“Thank you.”  I pointed to the path into the trees.  “If you follow the path, you will find a dojo.”  He nodded.  “You are welcome to explore all you want.  However, if you go over that way,” I pointed west, “just so you know, many of the girls don’t wear clothes.”

His eyebrow lifted again and he nodded.

“I will leave you to get settled.  If you are interested, there is an informal dinner on my patio at seven.  If you have any needs, Kumiko will take care of them.  She can contact me immediately if there are any problems.  President Barnes will be arriving tomorrow morning.  She is scheduled to land around ten.”

“Thank you for your hospitality, Tom.”

“Not a problem, Naoto.  You are welcome.”  I bowed and left.

A few hours later he wandered over with his wife.  I was grilling some salmon kabobs, and the girls had made up some sushi.  I guess he had believed me when I said informal - he and his wife were both wearing blue jeans and a t-shirt.  We spent the next few hours talking.  He had two kids, one in politics like him, and another who was a veterinarian.  After an hour or so, Nobuko relaxed enough to join in.  She thanked me for her hands, both of which had grown back in beautifully.  It was dusk and the climate computer had turned the lights orange and down.  Naoto suggested a walk to see the dojo. 

As we walked through the woods, the crickets came out and started buzzing.  I had initially not wanted all the bugs, but the ecosystem needed to be balanced.  There was a staff whose whole responsibility was maintaining a balanced ecosystem in the seven atriums.

We soon came out of the trees.  The dojo wrapped around a beautiful rock garden, and there was a waterfall with a stream next to the garden.  In the stream were large goldfish that were just visible from the lanterns along the edge of the garden.  It was beautiful.  Five of the most dedicated marines were meditating on the path around the garden, and I heard several of them working out inside.  All of them except one were female.

Naoto said in an excited voice, “This is wonderful!”  Taking off his shoes, he quickly went over and peered inside the dojo.   

As he ran about, his wife, Nobuko said, “I haven’t seen him like this since we got married.”  She smiled and watched.  “This second childhood has really been a change for him.”

The next morning, the President arrived.  Air Force One was a huge plane, so we had to leave it on the tarmac, the hanger wasn’t big enough.  I followed a similar procedure, although much less formal.  They got off the plane removing the remnants of their makeup.  I greeted her and Randy with a small hug then we went over to the main house.  Diana and Randy had been in the main house for a dinner or two when they were recuperating, but they had never gone downstairs.  Of course, as President, she was used to underground complexes, but she still raised her eyebrows as we got in the elevator and I hit SB15.  Again I led them in via the hallway, going through the apartment into the atrium. 

Waiting on the patio were Naoto and Nobuko, and William and Mary who just stopped by since they lived down the street.  Handshakes were exchanged, and they all started conversing.  It was perfect, just the way Diana Barnes had hoped, all very informal.  I found it slightly surrealistic as the most powerful people on the planet gathered like a bunch of normal everyday people essentially in my back yard.  If the Premier of China and the President of Russia were there, it would be complete.  Meetings like this should happen more often.

Again we barbequed on the patio with everyone wearing blue jeans.  The next day, they relaxed in lawn chairs and talked, and talked, and talked, all day.  They actually hammered out an agreement that way.  Diana sent her assistant, who had been diligently taking notes, to put the final document together and return with it for signing.  While it was being prepared, Naoto led Diana to see the Dojo in the woods.  Diana took one look and said, “Perfect.  Tomorrow morning we will have the signing here.”

The next morning, we had a table set up next to the rock garden.  The two of them were in full makeup and formal clothes.  They signed the document with a White House photographer taking lots of pictures for the press.  Afterwards, they stripped off the makeup and relaxed again.  That evening, we had another barbeque on my patio, and both Diana and Naoto said that they couldn’t stay any longer, there were already people wondering where they were.  Naoto said, “I will really miss this place, I haven’t relaxed like this in thirty years.”  Diana nodded in agreement while Nobuko just hugged him from the side.

William Pendelson, who had joined us for the final evening, said, “Talk to Tom here into getting a place here.  It was the best thing I ever did.  I love it here.  In fact I spend too much time here and not back in my home state of Massachusetts, people complain.  These guys,” and he gestured at the Secret Service agent almost hidden in the dark, “really like it here too.  Most of my detail have permanent homes with their families here.”

Diana looked over at the agent and said, “Agent Dowell, did you move your family here?”

He stepped forward and replied, “Madam President, all of President Pendelson’s and three quarters of your detail have acquired apartments or townhouses here on the grounds.  Normally, many of us don’t have spouses or children because of the risk of kidnapping for leverage.  That isn’t an issue here.  My wife and I are now pregnant with our second child.  I would never have taken that chance before.”

I had known that a lot of Secret Service agents had requested immigration, but I hadn’t known it was to that extent.  I knew that they all lived over in Cassville.  I would talk to Cassie about expanding again.  It must be getting crowded.

Diana said, “You never told me, congratulations!”

“Thank you, ma’am.”

Diana went on, “As a side note, yours and my kids will probably be playing together as they grow up.”

“Ma’am?”

She grinned, “I am five weeks pregnant.”  She glanced around, “I haven’t figured out all the political repercussions yet, so don’t say anything.”  She went on, “I thought that I couldn’t have kids, but it seems that youth wasn’t the only thing I got from TMJ.”

I said, “Diana, I am embarrassed.  I should have mentioned that TMJ overrides all birth control medications.”

“Actually I wasn’t on the pill, I had had a hysterectomy.”

I snickered, “I bet finding out you were pregnant was a surprise.”

She smiled, “A bit.  But Nobuko will probably agree with me that the big surprise was when my monthlies started up again.  I should have realized what that meant.”

Nobuko blushed a bit but nodded.

“I am seriously thinking about not seeking a second term.  It will be very difficult to have an infant and be president.  I am due in November, which means that I will be waddling around when I need to be campaigning.  There is a good chance I won’t be elected anyway with a pregnant belly.  My mind is made up, but let’s just say my presidential instincts are warring with my maternal ones.”

William said, “Crap.  That means Vance Strower will be the next president.  He is a total asshole.  I hope nothing happens to him before the next president is in office.  The last thing anyone wants is for that turkey to be immortal.”

I asked, “I haven’t paid much attention to the running.  Anyone else better?”

Diana said, “Not anyone who has a snowball’s chance in hell of winning.  All the other candidates on that level are worse.  And unfortunately I am a Democrat so I have to support Strower.  Not that he is much of a Democrat.  Personally he is much more Republican.”

“Who is the Democrat next on the ticket?”

“Dave Growley.  He is a pretty nice guy, but he is way behind Strower.”

“Just between us, anything we can ‘leak’ to the press to discredit Strower?”

William said, “I like your thinking.  I know there was some sort of scandal that was covered up when he ran for the Senate.  Diana, do you remember what it was?”

“Something about a DWI hit and run in High School.”

I said, “We’ll fact check, of course, then the ‘Foundation for a Better President’ will release a commercial on prime time.”

We discussed it for hours.  The next morning both Diana and Naoto flew out.  The problem was to find some way that it couldn’t be tied back to us.  I talked it over with Trisha, and she just smiled and said that she would take care of it.

As far as space for them, I called Evan and talked to him about the Mansion rental.  The consequence was that he was going to use a chunk of land in the far corner of the estate and build his own place.  I took the two old mansions and added them to the fenced in area for the presidents.  I also added the whole area along the main fence to the edge of the emergency sewage treatment area and between all the mansions back to the original backup bunker to Cassville.

It turned out that Cassville really was becoming a bit crowded.  Trisha immediately started remodeling the backup bunker, which had been sitting idle for many years since the hospital was built, to be an underground gate access like that coming from the hotel, but with less security.  We had to be careful, the secret bunker full of gold that I had hidden deep in the woods wasn’t so deep in the woods any more.

When the tunnels were dug and the new fences were up, we took down the northern fence to Cassville and expanded the village by 400 percent.  It was filled in no time with row houses and an actual village square with cobblestones and businesses.  Cassie put up a statue of me in the middle of the square.  I got back at her by putting in two nude statues of her on top of fountains, one inside each entrance to Cassville.

Evan didn’t build a big mansion, but a smaller house similar to the guest houses, a lot like my parent’s house.  A beautiful cabin in the woods.

Chapter 71

It had been only a matter of time.  Theresa and Katherine, who always did everything together, including sharing me on their nights, both came up pregnant with my first grandkids.  I don’t know how they did it; both of them were a year younger than almost everyone who had ever got pregnant while using TMJ before.  Sandra was the only other one ever to get pregnant that young.  Jenny was worried.  As far as she could tell, the fetuses were perfect, but just in case, she kept a 24 hour watch on the two of them.

On the political front, Strower was really having to defend himself.  His daddy had got him off of the DWI Hit and Run twenty-three years earlier, and the statute of limitations was long up (the person he had hit survived), but just the fact he got away with it had lost him over 40% of the vote.  Growley was way ahead of him now, and was expected to be on the ticket come fall.  The media leak was traced to an Internet Café in Phoenix.  Security cams had a cute redheaded girl with sunglasses come in, insert a flash drive, and send the data via anonymous account.  I thanked Trisha for hours.

Eve and Mary were born without a hitch on a cold morning in late October.  Jenny was relieved.  Her granddaughter Eve and grandniece Mary were perfect.

Jenny also had Sam come in for testing.  It turned out he had the full TMJ biochemistry.  That was a relief on many fronts.

In November, Growley got elected president.  Diana Barnes officially built her “Library” in her home town, but set up to move in locally in January.  She was due in early February, so she wanted a secure location away from the press.  The setup in Cassville was perfect for that.  The Secret Service loved it, the whole place was secure, so, like at Camp David or other secure base, they just kept general tabs on the ex-presidents without having to have a detail chase them around.  The Agents all had local houses and many of them had married and had kids, something that they normally rarely did.

The population had grown to the point where there were multiple sports teams, the Cassville Wildcats and the Susberg Titans.  Soccer matches got really wild between the two teams.  I deliberately didn’t tell anyone I was more of a baseball fan; I didn’t want to spoil their fun.

Chapter 72

I awoke to a loud horn doing a blapp-blapp noise.  I pulled on some pants and opened the door.  Kit was on duty.  I asked her, “What the hell is going on?”

She relayed my question to ops.  A moment later she replied.  “The U.S. Military has just gone to DefCon 2.  We are attempting to ascertain what the hell is going on right now.”  She went on, “It is part of the new protocols added by Agatha.  We are alerted when the military goes to DefCon 3, 2 or 1.  You are specifically alerted because of your military status.”

“All right, let me get finished dressing and we can head over to ops.  And turn off the damn horn.”  She nodded.

I pulled on my fatigues.  As I was heading out the door, the horn stopped.  We took off at a nice 25 mph jog up the stairs and down the tunnel to ops.  Along the way Wendy joined us; flanking me in case of attack.

As we entered, the GIC, a hot blonde named Barbie (she hated the name), came over and reported, “Sir, there has been a nuclear explosion in the Gulf of Mexico, off the coast of Florida.  Fortunately it was far enough off shore that there was no land damage.  It appears to have an epicenter at an abandoned oil rig.”  She turned and went quickly back to her post.  I went over to the monitoring station built for me.  I had used it to play games on the FBI and DEA a few years before, but hadn’t used it much since.  Actually there was a glass enclosed observation room that was much more comfortable, but I wanted to be down in the thick of things.  Kit and Wendy pulled over another chair and sat together at the console next to me which was identical to mine.

The large maps on the main wall started coming up with details as we received them.  I noticed that the observation room soon filled with Presidents Pendelson and Barnes with their families and a few Secret Service agents.  I waved William and Diana down to my console.  They were there fast.

I said, “It appears that someone set off a nuke in an abandoned oil rig in the Gulf.  You two know what our response will be?”

Pendelson said, “Isolate the area, then send in a ‘shroom squad to find whatever evidence is there.  Not likely much, it is all probably at the bottom of the Gulf.”

Barnes continued, “There was a new deep sea vessel exploration commissioned by the Navy last year that was used to examine the floor of the Gulf for long term damage from the BP Oil Disaster back in 2010.  I would assume it would be called in.”

Pendelson went on, “Our allies will also go on alert, which will make all our enemies go on alert.  There are a lot of people running for bunkers right now.”

I said, “Anything we can do?  I am thinking that we should have someone nearby in case emergency TMJ treatments are needed.  Maybe nearby ships managed to stay afloat and they saw something.”

Pendelson said, “Good idea.  Why don’t you and I head to Tampa with a med team.”  When Barnes started protesting, he said, “Diana, wait until your kid is at least three before you start going on rescue missions, Okay?”  She reluctantly nodded.

I turned to my guards, “Wendy, Kit, we are heading for Tampa.  I want a full ‘juvie med team with Doctor, a full highly armed squad, and throw in a few ‘juvie Secret Service guys to keep them happy about Pendelson.”  They nodded and began talking rapidly into their radios.  I looked at Pendelson, “William, go get your ready bag and meet us at the hanger.”  He nodded and took off, an agent trailing him.  I looked back at the girls, “Make sure the plane cargo is filled with emergency medical supplies for treating radiation triage.  The winds are going to blow right into Florida.”

I waved over the GIC and gave the order, “Shanghai all available trains and fill them with food and medical supplies and send them to the gulf coast, most to Florida.  Spend a billion if you have to.”  She nodded and started passing out orders of her own.  I turned to Diana and said, “Diana, since you are stuck here, could you please help coordinate the land relief I just got rolling?”

“Sure.  Good idea.  What you just got rolling is going to cost a LOT of money though.”

“I know, that is why I set a limit on a billion.  That is all I can really afford right now.”

“I’ll try to cut some corners.  Maybe get FEMA to contract to you so the feds will pay you back.”

“Good idea.  I have to get going now.  Good luck.”

“Good luck to you too, you are going to need it.” 

I nodded and took off towards the airport.

While we were in the air, Florida and the Gulf coast were declared no fly zones.  Pendelson got on the horn and we were immediately cleared for landing in Tampa.  My plane had a very expensive high tech communications center that Pendelson used to call President Growly.  Growly sounded relieved when he heard that Pendelson was on the ground in Tampa.  On the plane we all changed into fatigues.  Mine had four stars on the collar.  There was even a set for Pendelson with the same patches we had, the family on the pocket and ‘shroom on the sleeve.  The name tag read “President Pendelson” since there was no other indication of rank.

He contacted Governor Cantos of Florida and had the Florida National Guard deploying by the time we reached the hanger.  Sirens were going off everywhere.  It was something out of a B movie, except real.

It was quite something to see Pendelson in action.  In no time he had a command center set up on one side of the hanger, the plane on the other with its emergency communications center in reserve.  National Guard and FEMA people were running all over the place on his orders setting up.  He got the National Guard to organize emergency iodine tablets for the public.  We had monitors up, tied into both military and my command centers. 

The ETA of the fallout was just under an hour when a military transport landed and out jumped a group of soldiers, not even bothering with a ladder or stairs.  The squad was led by Lieutenant Farrow of the ‘shrooms.  He looked in surprise at the four stars on my collar and saluted.  I waved it down and said, “Hey, when it is just us, don’t worry about that shit.  Just Tom here.”

He grinned and said, “Thanks... Tom.  Since when are you a general?”

“Apparently I have been for a long time and didn’t even know it until recently.  Long story, we can share it over drinks when this current nightmare is over.”

“Deal.  What the hell is going on?  We just got orders to be on the next transport to Tampa.”

“Someone set off a nuke in the Gulf, and the winds are blowing the fallout this way.”

“God fucking dammit.”

“I agree wholeheartedly.  It seems that your trainees get to remove the ‘T’ from their patches.”

“I hoped that they never would have to.  Dammit again.  *sigh* What are your orders..., Sir?”

“President Pendelson is running things from the hanger over there.  I believe that you and I are tasked to head out into the gulf and see what we can find out.  And also, of course, rescue anyone left alive.  We are taking over for the Coast Guard who are standing down.”

“Yes, sir!”

“Your men can dump their land gear over by my plane on the left side of the hanger.  Get ready for sea ops.”

He nodded and started issuing orders.  I headed inside and reported that the ‘shroom squad had arrived and was preparing for the sea operation.  Pendelson looked up and said, “Tom, I need to you leave five ‘juvie soldiers, either from the ‘shroom squad or from your personal guard.  I have to have people that can work, even after the fallout arrives, no matter what.”

“The ‘shroom squad is better trained for sea ops than my crew, William.  I will take my two personal guards and half the med team, and leave the rest under your command.”

“Thanks.  Next problem.  The cutter will need a minimum Coast Guard crew to run it.”

“Damn, didn’t think of that.  Any of them still in the area?”

“They are due for evac in ten minutes or so.”

I said, “Let’s get on the horn to one of the cutter captains.  We need a volunteer crew to join the ‘shrooms.”  He paused, then nodded.  Turning to a young soldier at a radio he said, “Get us a line to the Coast Guard evac Commander.”

A minute later Pendelson was on the line with a Commander.  He told the commander that I was in charge of the Sea Ops, and handed the phone to me.

“Commander?”

“Yes, Sir?”

“We need to take a cutter out for intelligence and SAR operations.  We need a volunteer minimal crew.  Tell them that we can protect them from the radiation, but they will be in harm’s way.  We are on our way right now.  Find a crew and get a boat ready.”

“Yes, Sir.”

I hung up.  I said to Pendelson, “William, good luck.”

“You too, Tom.”

I led Kit, Wendy, Olivia, two of my med-techs with a large medical crate, and the ‘shroom squad out to the waiting two Seahawk choppers.  The ‘shroom squad raised their eyebrows at the ‘shroom patch on our fatigues. 

The trip was only five minutes, the harbor being close to the airport.  We got off the choppers, which immediately loaded up with sailors and took off.  Waiting for us were six Coast Guard sailors.  I went over and asked, “You the volunteer crew?”

“Yes, sir!”  I recognized the voice of the evac commander. 

I spoke to all of them.  “Here is the deal, we can give you a Top Secret medical treatment to make you immune to the radiation.  However, you will be required to wear an arm patch like a woman on birth control for the rest of your life.  There are many perks that will come with this.  It will also protect you from cancer, old age, exhaustion, and many other things.  But it is your choice.  If you don’t agree with this, please evac now.”

Not one of them moved.  I continued, “Good.  Dr. Olivia here will administer the oral treatment.  No time to waste, we need intelligence.”  Olivia gave them each three TMJ tablets and an arm patch.  A few looked leery, but took the pills.

Ten minutes later we were pulling away from the dock at full throttle in the most advanced cutter the Coast Guard had available.  The reason we used it, even though it was slightly smaller than some of the others, was that all the equipment was shielded from EMP bursts, which should help with the fallout.

As we headed out, Olivia, Wendy and I were on the bridge with the Captain.  He asked, “What did you mean by protecting us from old age?”

“Your body optimizes itself to your ideal physical age, which is about 19 years old.  Starting a few months from now, you will look 19 for the rest of your life.”

“Is that why all you folks appear so young?”

“Yup.”

“Was wonderin’ about that.”

We hit the wall of crud, fallout mixed with steam and dust.  A red radiation detection light lit up on the wall and a buzzer went off.  The Captain looked at me and turned it off.

Suddenly the spotter cried, “Boat in the water!”  We rushed to the window.  A speedboat, a drug runner special, was floating idle.  The captain called out, but there was no response.  We approached, not wanting to launch a skiff in the current situation, and saw that there was a woman, unconscious, on the floor of the boat.  A couple of shrooms dropped over the side of the cutter, landing next to her in the boat.  One checked her while the other searched the boat.  The former yelled up, “She’s alive!  Send down the gurney.”  A pod was lowered and they put her in it.  Then they scrambled back up using a rope ladder dropped over the side.

The woman from the boat was in bad shape.  She had flash burns on her back and back of the head.  She was already puffy with red circles around the eyes from radiation poisoning.  The med team got her below, out of the bad air, and started a TMJ IV.

Because the speedboat was lethal to anyone who used it, I ordered them to write down the VIN and scuttle it.  A sad site, it was a beautiful quarter-million dollar boat, but the radiation levels were so high on it that it was dangerous even for the ‘shroom squad.

We continued on.  Soon there was an orange glow.  The captain grunted, “Damn.  I know what that is.”  He got on the horn.  “Boat fire ahead.  Spotters look for Mae Wests.”  It was a supertanker that was somehow still afloat.  As we watched, three more explosions went off as tank firewalls went down.  There was no one in the water.  Sadly we went on. 

Half an hour later, Olivia called a stop.  “It is too dangerous, even for us.  I suggest maintaining a perimeter around the epicenter.”  The captain nodded, turned 90 degrees and started circling.  We searched for another ten hours, but didn’t find anything else.  It was all under a mile of water.  We turned and headed back in. 

The wall of fallout had hit Tampa a ten hours before, but fortunately it had diluted enough that it was relatively minor.  There would be a high incidence of cancer, and the beaches were off limits for several months, but that was a small consequence.  Fishing was already banned in the Gulf, any fish would be heavily contaminated.  Any shipping would have to have their hulls scrubbed before entering any ports or rivers.

We set anchor a half mile out.  The cutter was temporarily abandoned until it could be cleaned as we all took to the smaller boats sent out to get us.  We all had long hazmat showers when we got to shore, including the boat girl, who was looking much better by now, in fact, she was damn hot. 

I was thinking that the boat girl was awake, but faking still being asleep.  I went over to her isolation corner and, shooing away all the non-TMJed personnel, I leaned over and said, “You can stop faking it now.”

She slowly opened her eyes, looking up at me and asking, “Why am I still alive?”

“We rescued you from the power boat.  As you may have guessed, you are damn lucky to be alive.  Who are you and what were you doing out in the middle of the Gulf of Mexico?”

“I can’t tell you.”

“Can’t or won’t?  If you ever want a sympathetic listener, you better talk now before the FBI, CIA, DEA, CBP, NSA, ICE and every other bit of alphabet soup arrives.”

“Who are you?”

“I am a civilian contractor brought in by the President.  Name is Tom.”

I could see the wheels rapidly spinning, she relaxed a bit as she made a decision.  “I am Flores Chaves.  I am deep cover DEA.”  She hesitated.

“Did you have anything to do with the nuke?”

She bit her lip, then said, “Yes.  I set it off.”

Fortunately no one else was nearby.  I leaned closer and said, “You had better explain that, and fast!”

“The cartels had two black market nukes.  They were two of the nukes that had been smuggled out of Iraq when Saddam fell.  The plan was to use them in Washington D.C. and New York.  I couldn’t let that happen.  When they were all busy counting money and snorting their product, I set the timer to ten minutes on one of the nukes; then got the hell out of there.  I figured the middle of the Gulf was a better location than New York.”

“Shit, lady.”  She would become the scapegoat.  “Don’t tell anyone what you just told me.  I will take care of it.  What you just told me is now Top Secret.  You were just joyriding when the nuke went off.  Do you understand?”

Flores weakly nodded.

“Now excuse me; I need to go talk to the President.”

She nodded again, and looked slightly scared.

I went to find Pendelson.  He was still in his makeshift command post.  I waved him over to me and said, “William, you and I need to find a secure private line to Growley.  Right now.”

He didn’t even question me.  He thought for a second, then said, “What about the Comm. Center on your plane?”

“That’ll do it.”

We went over to the plane and climbed on board.  I told the guard to go get a cup of coffee, then I called the White House by satellite link.  Pendelson provided the security codes.  Soon we were talking to the President by video link.

Pendelson started, “Dave, this is Tom Johnson, a good friend of both Diana’s and mine.  He has been helping me down here.”

I said, “Nice to meet you Mr. President.”

He replied, “Mr. Johnson.  William, what is going on?  I have a lot on my plate.”

I replied, “Mr. President.  I can tell you what happened here.”

“You can, how?”

“I was in charge of the intelligence vessel sent by the Coast Guard into the blast area.”

He nodded and looked more interested.

“We came across an unconscious woman floating in a speed boat and treated her.  When she awoke, she told us what had happened.”  He was nodding and looking even more interested.  I dropped the bombshell, “The cartels got their hands on two Iraqi nukes and were planning on setting them off in New York and Washington.”

Growley and Pendelson both said, “Damn...”

“The woman we picked up was deep cover DEA.  She deliberately set off one of them out at sea to prevent them from reaching U.S. soil.”

“Oh my God,” whispered Growley.

I let them sit for a while.  Pendelson finally said, “Dave, you need to raise the Defcon level, I think the immediate threat is over.  And we need to figure out what to do with the DEA agent.”

“Of course, of course.  She is a hero, but I don’t know if we can ever acknowledge that.  Tell her that she has the thanks of a President, at least.  She needs to disappear for a while.”

I said, “I can stash her at the hospital on my base for as long as needed, sir.”

“Yes, do that.  *sigh* Time to get the ball rolling.  Thank you both.  William, we will talk later.”  *click*, he hung up.

I said, “William, I will head back with the girl, my two bodyguards, and the pilots.  The rest I will leave with you for now.”

“Good.  Thanks, Tom.”

I went over to the isolation tent and shooed the civilian doctor away from Flores.  I told her once we were alone, “The President sends his thanks.  But you are now ordered to go into hiding.  I am to take you to my base where you can recover.  No one will know where you are except the President.”

She said, “But what about my assignment?”

“That is put on hold indefinitely.  Besides, you will need a medication for the rest of your life because of the life saving treatment we had to give you.  That would not be easy to take care of while UC.  I think your UC days are over.”

“Damn.  Well at least I am alive.”

“Once you are settled in, why don’t you write up a report on the UC operation, leaving out the last part of course, and my security will make sure it gets to the DEA.”

“You’re on.”

“Well, you should be able to walk by now.  Come with me and we will get you out of here.”

“Gladly.”

I walked her back to the jet where my pilots were checking out everything.  I stashed her on board where she immediately dozed off.  Pendelson came over to see me off.  He had a little girl about six years old trailing him.  “Tom, take little Shelly with you.  She was found wandering the beach just before the first cloud hit.  We haven’t found her parents, and she can’t stay here.”

“No problem.  I’ll send back the jet in case you need it.”

“Deal.  Talk to you later Tom.”

I picked up Shelly and got on board, Wendy and Kit following.  Kit found a candy bar for Shelly in her pack.  Flores was snoring softly.

 

...I was wandering along the beach, desperately looking for something, I didn’t know what.  Suddenly little Shelly appeared on the beach, “Is my Mommy here?”  I wanted to answer her with a yes, but knew that her Mommy wasn’t here.  I hugged her and told her, “Sorry, no, your Mommy isn’t here.”  She sniffled and said, “I know.”  Although I felt bad for the girl, I wasn’t searching in a panic any more.  At that instant I woke up with a start.  I was in my seat on the plane; Shelly was sitting next to me, holding my hand with her eyes shut tightly.  When I looked down at her she sighed, opened her eyes, smiled at me, then let go and looked out the window. 

We had landed and my ground crew was hosing down the plane, removing any potential fallout particles before we opened up and got out.

After half an hour, the door was opened and we climbed out into the morning sunrise.  It was a beautiful day, and as I stared at the fantastic reds and oranges I pondered how man can be so destructive and evil amidst such beauty.  Shelly squeezed my hand and joined me in admiring the sunrise.  She commented, “Yes, it is pretty.”

Kit, Wendy, Flores, and pilots Maria and Tanya had stopped next to me and were also watching the beautiful sunrise.  We stood there for a good ten minutes.  Jenny finally got impatient and came over.  She watched with us for a minute, then said, “All right, enough of that, now all of you get over to the hospital for exams.”

We all turned and followed her into the elevator and down into the tunnels.  She had a ten seat cart waiting and drove us to the hospital.

All of us, including Flores, who had TMJ were fine.  Shelly had some radiation damage, probably from walking the beach, and to stave off radiation sickness Jenny decided to give Shelly TMJ. 

Shelly refused to take the pills and ran and hid in a corner when a needle was brought out.  I finally went and got a box of four TMJ chocolates from Jenny’s apartment freezer.  Shelly gladly ate one.  As she zoned I told her, “You love it here with me.  This is the greatest place to be.  You love me like a daddy.  Now wake up.”  She blinked.  Then she hugged me tight.  I picked her up and we headed over to main house.  Within minutes of arriving she was running in the pack.

Flores was given an apartment in Susberg.  I told her to write two reports, one for the DEA about everything except the nukes, and another about the nukes for the President.  As most of her skin damage had healed, she was extremely pretty.  I invited her over for a barbecue that evening.

She arrived at about six.  Her first words were, “Where the hell am I?  What is this place?”  She gestured at the atrium.

I answered, “We are a defense contractor, manufacturing a drug primarily for use with the military.  One of the effects is that it gives the user an extraordinarily high tolerance for radiation.  I was asked, by two of my guests, President Pendelson and President Barnes, to assist because of that high tolerance. That is how you got here.”

“Oh.  But why are you being so nice to me?”

“Three reasons. One, I was asked by President Growley to stash you away.  Two, you are a hero, and I admire that.  And three, you are extremely hot.”  I grinned.

She grunted, “Heh, that is what they all say.”  But she was smiling as I loaded her plate with a nice big steak off of the grill.

We ate as the computer dimmed the atrium lights for the evening.  She commented, “This place is amazing.  The only place I have ever seen that compares is the Drug Lord Sorrel’s villa on the side of a mountain near Madidi National Park in Bolivia.”

“Well, I suppose you could call me a Drug Lord.  Most of my money comes from the sale of one drug, TMJ.”

“By definition, you aren’t a Drug Lord, nothing you do is illegal.”

“True, although the FDA doesn’t even know about TMJ, so I suppose its sale as a drug is illegal.  The military and government aren’t complaining.”

“If TMJ isn’t on their scheduled list of drugs, it isn’t illegal in the general sense, but it is borderline.”  She paused, “Which brings up another issue.  You are right, I can’t go long term UC anymore.  Having to maintain the arm patch would be problematic in the least.  What am I going to do now?”

“You know the DEA better than I, is there some sort of office job you could get?  Or how about one of those officers who go on raids?  You are the perfect soldier right now, so you would be great in the DEA’s version of a SWAT team.  You could stay here as DEA liaison officer.  We already have DSS and Secret Service offices on the base.  Or you could join my base guards like some DEA agents have done in the past.  Anyway, you have plenty of time right now.  You are on vacation by order of the President of the United States, and I wouldn’t go against him if I were you.”  I raised my glass and clinked it on hers.  We were drinking Dr. Pepper, but the romantic effect was the same.   She gave me a horny little smile.  I gave her a lustful look back.

After we finished eating, I swept her into a big kiss.  She reciprocated eagerly.  Soon we migrated to the hot tub, a minute after that she was riding me; crying out in delight.  As she collapsed against me semi-conscious, I fed her a fingerful of cum and made her mine forever.

Flores eventually took a position with the DEA in Chicago.  She and Deidre became closer than sisters, sharing a common history.  She still loved to do short term UC work.  Since drugs didn’t affect her, she went on a lot of stings as the buyer.  President Growley sent her a Medal of Freedom, which he awarded without any ceremony, preventing anyone from asking why she was getting the medal.  We had our own ceremony, Pendelson and Barnes awarded it to her with a hundred retired military personnel and several Secret Service in attendance.

After three weeks, Pendelson had returned with my ladies.  Barnes did manage to get FEMA to pay for most of the emergency supplies sent to the Gulf, which was nice since it saved me $450 million.  It still cost me over $200 million.  Lieutenant Farrow also returned with a dozen of the ‘shroom squad taking a mandatory week of leave after the action.  We shared drinks at Kitty’s while I told the story of how I ended up as a general.  Most of the squad requested and set up permanent apartments on the grounds.

Chapter 73

Sheila came to me with six more candidates from Make a Wish.  She said that it was really hard only to pick the ones that had parents who would fit into our town.  She wanted to figure out some way to help the kids with bad parents as well.  She had a point.  I quickly looked over her list, okayed the ones she had and then after a slow highly enjoyable screw on my couch, I began brainstorming as she dozed off snuggling down on my chest.

As she twitched, her muscles tightening around my semi which was still buried in her perfect quim, it hit me.  The perfect solution to Sheila’s problem.  I sat and figured out details as she slept.

When she woke up, I told her of my idea.  She loved it.

The biggest part of the plan was to build a new atrium next to the school.  This one would be smaller, only seven or eight stories deep, and not as wide.  More like the hospital atrium.  It was to be a dormitory for our new boarding school.  We would take in sick children, raise them ourselves, letting them mingle with the estate kids.

Our main architect, Erin, loved having a new project.  She, Trish, and Sheila broke ground in under a week.  They planned on it being ready for the fall semester in four months.  Sheila started building a list of kids, most of which she already had on her own wish list.  I okayed her list and she sent a letter to the families. 

The recruiting letters were about the Johnson boarding school with free medical.  The sticky point was the limited access.  Many of the families refused because they were unable to visit without a pre-arranged escort, thus condemning their kid.  Morons.  Seventy three percent of Sheila’s list arrived for the fall semester.  Two kids died before the fall semester started and the rest were the ones who rejected the offer.

Darla, the official induction officer (she was doing it anyway, why not make it her job), got all the kids on TMJ, having special videos made for the girls and a different one for the boys.

Within days they were running with the estate pack.  Every single one of them responded well to the treatment.  Sheila was their dorm mother, and volunteers from my girls were pod mothers overseeing groups of eight kids.

The older ones, high schoolers, still were bused to the local high school along with the estate kids.  They were old enough to understand about the patch and they were careful not to lose it.  The young kids would commonly lose their patch playing and need to be sent to the nurse’s office for a replacement.  On the first of the month, the entire elementary and middle schools had “patch day” where the patches were swapped out.  A third of the students needed to do so at this point.

It made me feel good to see children who came to us with missing arms and legs, now running around throwing a ball like a normal kid.  There were also a lot of them with terminal cancer, two with cerebral palsy, one with MS, and one who had been blind, deaf and mute.  The blind deaf-mute, it turned out, had a gift with soccer and was immediately captain of the school team.  She had to work hard to talk, never having learned before, but she was so good at soccer that the other kids didn’t care.

Because many of the kids came from lousy homes, there were some attitude problems, but they quickly were resolved when they realized that it didn’t get them anywhere.  I think Darla engineered a general attitude adjustment into the intro video which helped a lot.  Also, every single one of them joined the TJ Club.

Chapter 74

We managed to get through one president without having him be forced to join our little group. That was a relief for me, Growley was nice, but he and I didn’t click like I did with Barnes and Pendelson.

The only ones that were a little disappointed were the secret service agents.  They wouldn’t ever admit it, but they liked the idea of a secure location to raise their families.  With Growley being elsewhere after the White House, a lot of their friends were not moving in.

The next president was President James Price.  A very charismatic black man, born and raised in Arkansas.  I liked him and voted for him, but only time would tell if he would join our group of immortals.

Chapter 75

We didn’t have to worry about President Price.  He was only President for four months when Al-Syf (the Sword) managed a major attack.  In a set of coordinated assassinations, they managed to take out President Price, the Vice-President, and the Speaker of the House and his lackey, plus all four of their families.  The Secretary of State had been out of her office when the attacks occurred, so she survived.  Carlotta Williams, a tough tall brunette who was still fairly attractive in her 50s, was flown back to Washington in a hurry.

As she got off the copter, one of the Secret Service agents on the receiving detail suddenly opened up with his handgun, hitting her in the shoulder.  He was taken out, but the Secret Service had no idea how deep they had been compromised.  She was rushed back onto the copter, and emergency medical contingency orders were opened.  An hour later Marine One was landing in my airfield with a full local Secret Service detail, who were guaranteed not to be compromised and were very pissed off. 

Jenny determined that the gunshot wound wasn’t fatal and treated it traditionally.  I came onto the ward and heard Carlotta Williams, “...who the hell are you?  Where am I?  God damn it, will someone give me some answers?”

Standing outside the room was AIC Daniels from the Secret Service.  He and I looked at each other and both of us went into the room.

Carlotta was standing by the window with her shoulder heavily bandaged.  She looked at the two of us and said, “Now who the hell are you two?”

AIC Daniels said, “I am Agent Daniels from the Secret Service.”

I said, “And I own this facility.”

“What am I doing here?”

Daniels said, “Well...  It seems that Al-Syf had at least one mole in the Secret Service.  He shot you when you landed in Washington.  This is a privately run base with advanced medical technology.  It also happens to be the place where Secret Service agents and many ex-Presidents go to retire.  All agents here are loyal and committed.  Actually they are all very upset at the inexcusable security breach.   Right now, you are the safest person on the planet.”

“Harrumph.  Good.  There is going to be an investigation over this.”

“I should hope so, Madam President.  The Secret Service will have some major shakeups from this.  Until then, you will have a detail of retired agents with impeccable reputations.  They will ride herd on those young puppies in Washington.”

I chipped in, “Let me warn you, and this is Top Secret like this base, the agents will appear young, but most of them are in their 60s and 70s.  They have been physically enhanced to better serve.”

“Is that why you and Agent Daniels here appear to be teenagers?”

“Yes, I am 38 and Agent Daniels here is, I believe, about 60.”  Daniels nodded.

“Shit, I can see why all this is Top Secret.” She sighed and muttered to herself, “Damn, I never wanted this.”

I added, “If it will make you feel better, both Presidents Barnes and Pendelson are nearby if you want to talk to them.”

“YES!  That is the best idea I have heard all day!”

“I will send for them right away, President Williams.”  She shuddered a bit at the salutation.

A few minutes later both Barnes and Pendelson arrived.  She took one look and said, “Not you too!  Is everyone around here suped up?”

William grinned, “Pretty much, Carlotta.”

“Finally someone who will call me by my name!  Thanks!”  It was obvious that she was barely hanging on from a full blown panic. 

Diana said, “Tom, Daniels, could you excuse us for a bit.”

I said, “Of course.  We’ll be down the hall in the lounge.”  Daniels and I left them.  Just as we reached the lounge, Daniels said, “Air Force One needs to land.”

“Of course.”  I picked up a wall phone and called the Security Room, okaying the landing.  Fifteen minutes later, a marine with the football was joining us in the lounge.

After about an hour, the three Presidents came out.  William said, “Tom, Agent Daniels, we need to do an immediate address to the nation to stop any panic.  Daniels, could you please have the agents in our houses grab the emergency makeup kits?  Thanks.”

Daniels murmured into his throat mic.  William went on, “Carlotta, we need to find you a nice dress.  There is a secure dress shop near here.  It is a bit of a tradition, when a President makes an emergency medical visit, they visit the dress shop.”

“I would be glad to relax for a minute doing something normal.”  Diana led them to a cart, and they went to Grandma May’s dress shop.  William and I waited by the entrance while Carlotta went through the dresses, gasping, “These are all May Worthington’s!  Many of these aren’t even on the market yet!” 

Diana grinned, “Bit of a fashion bug, eh?  Well, check out the girl at the counter.”

Carlotta looked at the cute gum chewing teen watching them from the checkout counter, “Yes?”

“That is May Worthington.”

“You’re kidding!”

“Nope.  Actually she is Tom’s grandmother.”

Carlotta sank down on one of the store benches and stared at the wall.  After a few minutes she blinked and said, “Sorry ‘bout that.  It was just the last straw.  My mind went gibber-gibber for a minute.”  She looked over at me, “Hey, Tom.  I like it here.  Any place for me after the next election?”

“Depends on if we like you.”  I grinned.  “We do so far.”

She smiled, then turned and started going through the dresses.  “Hmmm, I need practical, but nice.”

May came over, “Madam President, if I may make a suggestion?”

“Hell, yes!”

May grinned and went over to another rack.  “Try this.  Traditional and business-like, but still shows that you have a figure.”  She pulled out a dark red ladies business suit.

“Perfect!  Although I am going to get twitted for wearing a May Worthington.  Presidents aren’t supposed to be fashionable, are they Diana?”

“Not while in office, but go ahead, make a new example!”

Fifteen minutes later, President Carlotta Williams was making her first address to the nation from Air Force One.  Standing behind her in full makeup were Presidents Barnes and Pendelson.  She announced that she was now Acting President, and that Barnes and Pendelson were going to assist her as advisors during the transition and that the nation wouldn’t stop until the terrorists were caught.  She appeared calm, reserved, and very presidential.  I was willing to bet Al-Syf were pretty upset.  Not only a woman president, but a strong one.  And two strong former presidents behind her.  Something they could never have predicted.

President Williams was sworn in on the steps of the capital two days later with over 50 very young appearing, but very senior, secret service agents covering her and the crowd.

Two months later, Seal team five, backed up by the ‘shroom squad, raided and took out the main Al-Syf base in Algeria.

 Chapter 76

My new secure business center was fully rented out long before construction was complete, so much so that we shaved off another chunk of farmland next to it and built a second, then a third one, eating up a hundred acres, but also creating a very large income.  Many of the tenants set up sensitive labs and secure corporate meeting rooms.  We groomed the atriums to have parks with banquet and meeting areas.  We interconnected them with tunnels over 14 stories below the surface.  On the surface we put in a field with a herd of horses.

Across the highway, to the north of the service center, we built townhomes, which were instantly filled by the workers from the new business park.  They had only standard security with cameras and patrols, but since it was run by Trisha, it was pretty safe.

Our expenses were still under $100,000 a day since we provided everything except sewage; and in emergencies even that.  Income was close to two million a day.  To handle the extra load, Trisha had expanded the wind farm and added several more accumulators.  The accumulators were experimental, but were essentially giant batteries that stored the power for when the weather was calm.  Each one could run a small city for days, and Trisha put in four, buried very deep, over 30 stories down, under the farmland.  There was a separate water treatment center set up for the office park, isolating them from the rest of the estate with their own water towers and isolation tanks.

Chapter 77

I was poking around over at the shipping docks.  I randomly poked my nose into various estate areas, trying to keep a semblance of understanding on how it all worked.  Curiously, I noticed that the APC with outgoing mail stacked in flats trays which had what looked like a bulk mailing.  I knew of no advertising mailings that went out from the estate, they all went through the public affairs office across the highway.

I pulled out one of the envelopes.  It was addressed to a Hannah Reynolds of West Hollywood, California.  I held it up the light and could see that it contained six packaged TMJ patches.  Going though the trays, I counted over 100 packages going out to random women all over the U.S. and two in Puerto Rico.  None to Vet centers which, besides Naoto in Japan, I thought were all the outside people who were on TMJ.

I asked Kat, who was on guard duty, “Do you know anything about this?”

“A little, but I think you should ask Trisha.”

Hmmm, Trisha, eh?  I got an inkling just from that bit of info.

That evening, I went to Trisha’s office.  Her office was still in the original location in the main house up on the surface.  I went in and sat on her couch.  She eagerly jumped up and skipped over, her nipples getting hard as rocks and juice starting to drip down her leg.

I pulled her to my lap, where she sank down, spearing herself to the hilt.  I pulled her to me in a hug, nibbling on her ear as she squealed in delight.  I pulled back slightly so I was eye to eye with her and said, “You belong to me, you know that, right?”

“Oh Tom, yes!” she gasped.  “I love you, Master!”  And with that she went into orgasmic seizures, her wonderful quim slurping at my hard cock.  Needless to say, I didn’t last long with that and soon filled her with babymakers.  She froze in ecstasy and passed out, collapsing against my chest.

I waited about fifteen minutes until she came around.  I knew she was awake as she snuggled down on my chest and her pussy gave my cock a squeeze.  I said, “Now for the other reason I came in here.”

She giggled.

I asked, “I saw a lot of patches going out in the mail to people I don’t recognize.  What is that all about?”

“Oh, those are for all my agents.”

“Agents?”

“Yes, agents.  Remember the other 64 girls from spring break, the ones that didn’t come here and join the barefoot squad?”

“Yeah.  I’ve always wondered about that.”

“Well, I placed them all high up in government and various companies.  They keep me up to date on events.”

“In other words, they are all spies.”

“Yeah.  There are another hundred or so that have graduated from high school here and are spies as well.”

“Wow.  You must have your pretty fingers in pots all over the country.”

She looked proud.  “Sure do.”  She wiggled her fingers and giggled.  “It is pretty much what I do full time these days.  Wendy and Kit take care of you, and Amy takes care of estate security.”  She sighed and snuggled a bit, “And you take care of all of us.  Works out nicely.”

Chapter 78

It was Shelly’s turn at the morning rotation.  She was a fantastically beautiful 13 year old girl now.  We had never found her parents.  As she pulled her legs up to her shoulders and her pussy began to drip, she stared as I slid my hard cock deep into her.  I thought at her, %Shelly, we need to talk%. 

I wasn’t surprised when she said out loud, “Of course, Master.  Can we finish here first?”

I thought, %Of course.  I love you, you know.%

“Oh, I love you so much, Master!”

She was a great fuck.  She knew exactly what her partner wanted and acted accordingly.  Squeezing her pussy muscles at the exact right moment.  I filled her up and she shrieked, arched her back, and almost passed out.  She managed to stay awake, probably because I said I wanted to talk to her.

After a few minutes of cuddling, I said, “You know, this ability of yours is pretty amazing.”

She blinked big innocent eyes at me and said, “Which ability is that, Master?” as she squeezed her pussy muscles on my semi.

I gave her a dirty look and thought, %You have more than one ability I admit, but you know what I mean.%

The words appeared in my mind, %Yeah, I know.%

I asked out loud, “Have you always been able to do that?”

“You mean, have I always been a telepath?  Yes, as long as I can remember.”

“It is a bit scary too.  I am glad you live with us here.  If anyone found out about it outside the family...”

“Yeah, I have had nightmares about that.  Don’t worry, unless someone knows from before I came here, only you, Eve, Trish, and three sisters my age know about it.  Eve knows because I collapsed when we were on a school trip to one of the labs.  One of the scientists there was evil and his thoughts...”  She closed her eyes and shuddered.  “That is why Rolling Pharmaceuticals’ rental agreement was not renewed.  Eve and I went to Trish and told her.  She blacklisted them immediately.”  She glanced over to Wendy in the corner.  “And now, of course, Wendy knows too.”

I had wondered about why Trish got rid of Rolling.  “The question I have, which is also one Trisha will have, is do you want to use this ability?  It would be invaluable to security, which you have already proven.”

“I have thought about that a lot.  The problem is that when I am scanning others I get a lot of information I don’t want to know.  It scares me sometimes.  I do really want to help out with security though.”

“Tell you what, unless there is an emergency, I will ask you again when you are fifteen.  Okay?”

“Yes, Master.”  She snuggled down and relaxed on my chest.

Chapter 79

It was sixteen months later that she came to me with an expression I couldn’t begin to interpret.  I took one look and said, “Honey, what’s wrong?”

She ran into my arms and started sobbing.  “M-Master, he’s here.” She sobbed into my chest.

“Shelly, who’s here?”

She sniffled a bit then said, “One of the men with the needles.  I didn’t remember until I felt him nearby.”  She hesitated, “I remember now.  I lived in some sort of strange house, looking back, it was a laboratory, but then I just thought of it as a house with a woman I thought of as my mommy, although she wore a lab coat like the rest.  There was something going on, and the door was left open.  I saw the ocean and ran out to see it closer.  I was found an hour or so later.  One of the people from the house is near here, either in the hotel or research center.”  She hugged me tightly.  “He used to stick a lot of needles in me, that was why I was so scared of them when you rescued me.”  She looked up at me and said, “Master, I love you so much.”

I looked over at Kit, who was on duty and had been listening with a very angry face, and said, “Sound condition Charlie.”  That was level three, meaning everyone on duty be prepared for an attack, but no immediate threat.  Don’t wake up anyone sleeping.  Inform the secret service, but don’t have them go on alert.

“Already done.”

“Good job.”  She smiled hard.

I looked back to Shelly and said, “Do you want to get this guy, or do you want to stay at my place at the bottom of the home atrium with an armed detail with you?”

“I want to stay in the atrium with as many of my heavily armed sisters between me and him as I can get, but I feel the need to get him more.  Let’s find the bastard, both to find out what he has been doing, and to find out how he found me.”

Since it was early in the day, I was wearing civvies, so Shelly, Kit and I took off for ops.  When we got there, at the same time as Trisha and Wendy, I explained what was going on to them and the CIC.  Man, did those marines look angry.  We sat at the conference table in a side room to figure out what to do.  After bouncing off several ideas, Shelly said, “I think the only way to find him, especially since I don’t have a clear enough memory of his face for a description, is to go over to the public complex and follow my nose, so to speak.”

Trisha said, “I don’t like it, but she is right.”  She leaned forward and held Shelly’s hand, “Honey, are you sure you are up to this?”

Shelly gave a small smile back, “The more I think about it, the more pissed I get.  I want this guy.”

Trisha went to the door and got some clothes from a guard there.  “Here, Master and Shelly, put these on.”  She had a full set of fatigues for each of us.  We changed into them.  She said, “They stand out less when you have a squad with you, and they show authority.”  Mine were the standard with the four stars.  Shelly had a set with ‘Johnson’ above the pocket.  Since she was a tall girl, she fit right in with the young appearing marines as we jogged with ten marines toward the public areas.

Shelly commented as we jogged, “My sensitivity must be growing if I felt the man from the school.  What is that, almost a mile away?”

Trisha said, “Yes.”

Shelly continued, “Trisha, Master asked me almost two years ago if I wanted to be in security.  I have been thinking hard about it.  If I can be stationed near Master to properly use my abilities to protect him, I would like to train for his security.”

“Honey, that’s wonderful!  Outside of school, why don’t you train with Wendy and Kit to work as one of his personal guards.”

Wendy said, “We would love to have you work with us.”

Shelly cocked her head a bit and said, “Yes, you would wouldn’t you?  Thank you.  After this, let’s have a long talk.”

Wendy said, “Deal.”

A minute later, Shelly said, “I am also feeling the person I called, ‘Mommy’ up ahead.  They are in the second research building.”

We took a left after running through the security gate.  We continued on up the tunnel to the research building.  Shelly said, “Down.”

Three flights of stairs down, she said, “This floor.”

My and Trisha’s fingerprints unlocked the stair door and we went in.  Immediately an alarm went off.  Several guards approached.  One said, “Sirs, Ma’ams, this is a restricted area.  Please state your business.”

Trisha held up an ID.  “I am head of security for this base.  This is General Johnson, commander of this base.  We are tracking two suspects wanted for kidnapping and illegal medical experimentation on a child.  Unless you want to be arrested as an accessory, move aside.”

“Sorry, Ma’am, but this area is under control of the CIA.  I cannot let you in.”

I said, “We’ll see about that.”  I turned to Trisha.  “Colonel, put this place on lockdown.  No one gets in or out.”  Trisha nodded and began speaking into her throat mike.  I grabbed my cell and called Pendelson.  “Hi.  William, we have a bunch of CIA henchmen who won’t let us pursue a fugitive into one of the labs... Yes, one of the labs over by the hotel...  Okay, thanks.”  I put away my cell.

Five minutes later the earwigs on the CIA guys must have said something, because the head guy reluctantly said, “You are cleared to enter.”

Shelly said, “Third door on the right.  I am close enough to read them directly.  Not nice people.  The two of them are alone, although I feel something...”

We kicked in the locked door.  A man and a woman were about to inject a sleeping little girl with a needle full of some substance.  We came in and the woman frantically jabbed with the needle at the girl.  Wendy shot the needle out of the woman’s hand.  In two shakes of a dog’s tail they were handcuffed.  Shelly said, “The drug was properal, a lethal sedative.”  She ran over to the little girl.  The girl looked exactly like Shelly when I first met her.

The man suddenly gasped, “Shelly Six!  Carla, it is Shelly Six!”

The woman gasped as well and said, “Crap, I thought she was dead!”

“So did I!”

Shelly looked at them and said, “I am right here you evil bastards.”  She hesitated, “So I am a clone, eh?  That makes Shelly Forty-One here my sister.  My only surviving sister.”  She turned to me and said, “They were planning on euthanatizing me when I escaped.  They have already killed thirty-nine of my sisters.”

The woman gasped, “It worked, you can read us! Oh my God, it worked!”

Shelly looked at her and said, “Yes I can, you evil harpy.  Bit of news, the reason you couldn’t repeat anything is that it doesn’t work without physical contact until adolescence, and you keep yourself from touching your clinical subjects unless you have to, and you kill them off long before adolescence.”

The man murmured, “Of course, of course!”

“Since you are going to Federal Max for life, the news won’t do you any good.  And no, Demsey can’t help you.  He will be at your side in your cell within hours.”  They both slumped in their chairs.  She turned to Trisha, “Their boss is a Matt Demsey, head of the CIA’s PsyOps division.  As far as they know, Demsey had kept this operation from his superior’s knowledge.”  She turned to the CIA guards which were now handcuffed.  “These bastards didn’t know what was going on, but they disposed of seven of my sister’s bodies and also delivered them here from the lab in New Jersey.”  She looked up at the head guard, “And claiming that you thought they were trying to help these girls is ridiculous.  You are an accessory.”

She turned back to the two in lab coats.  “Vance Ferraro and Sally Ubera, you can claim all you want that there is a ‘mind reading monster’, but you will find that no one will believe you.  I am personal friends with two ex-presidents, and Tom here is one of the most powerful people in the world, he even outranks the CIA director.  You will never see me again.”  Shelly picked up her unconscious sister and walked out.

I said to Trisha, “Colonel, please lock these evil assholes up.  I am calling Pendelson right now.  He’ll know what to do with them.”

“Yes, Sir.”

I stepped out into the hall as Trisha led them away.  I called Pendelson and said, “William, we have a big can of worms here.”

“What’s up?  Did you catch that fugitive?”

“Yes, and that’s the problem.  Turns out to be a CIA black op.  He was cloning little girls, performing medical experiments on them and then euthanizing them.  Remember Shelly from Florida?”

“Yes.”

“She was one of the girls.  She escaped while they were evacuating their lab because of the fallout.  We managed to stop them from killing the latest clone just ten minutes ago.”

“OMG.  I will call Carlotta immediately.  This is unbelievable.”

“Oh, and Demsey at the CIA was behind the whole thing.  Later.”  I hung up.

Thirty Four minutes later my phone rang again.  It was Trisha, “Sir, there is a man here from the CIA’s IG office.”

“Let him in and show him to the prisoners.  Two person escort at all times and he is not allowed in sensitive areas.”

“Understood.”

I turned back to Shelly Six who was hovering over her newly found sister who was on a TMJ IV.  Also hovering were Jenny and Olivia.

Jenny commented, “Shelly, it is amazing that you are a clone.  Obviously, someone is much more advanced in that area than is publically known.  I wonder if the reason you survived was because of TMJ.  Most clones have genetic problems that are normally lethal.”

Shelly said, “I wouldn’t be surprised.  From what I have determined, the lab wasn’t interested in letting us clones live past age six.  Genetic replication errors wouldn’t have been a concern.”

“That is so unethical that I have trouble even conceiving of it.”

“Same here, and I was part of it.”  She suddenly looked down.  “My sister is awake.”

The girl on the table opened her eyes and asked, “Sister?”

Shelly smiled down and said, “Yes, I am your sister.  Shelly Six.”

“Shelly Forty-One.  Where am I?”

“In a hospital bed.  Here, let me explain.”  Shelly took the girl’s hand. 

A few seconds later the little girl’s pretty blue eyes got big.  “Oh, I understand.”  She looked over at me.  “Thank you Daddy-Master.”

An hour later she was running with the herd.  Shelly said, “I suppose I will have to testify to the committee on intelligence.  I am not looking forward to that, especially since I will have to lie when they ask why I was cloned.”

President Williams was as horrified as we were.  Executive orders were immediately implemented and Demsey was caught before he could flee.  The Attorney General charged them with a whole slew of charges, Murder and Human Experimentation being the main ones.  In a plea agreement, Ferraro and Ubera testified for a minimum security prison.  Demsey, to avoid the death penalty, plead guilty and was sent to Super Max.  The guards got off and were reassigned in the CIA; Trisha kept all their names and prints in her blacklist file.  Shelly Six never did have to testify.

Trisha made copies of all the paperwork before the CIA IG office came and cleaned it all out.  She and Shelly spent months going through it all.  They determined that the original Shelly had been a Nazi IOW assassin in World War II.  She had used her telepathic abilities to locate her targets and get close to them.  She had been killed by the OSS in a gun battle when she was sent to kill Churchill and Truman at a meeting in April of 1945 as a last gasp of the Third Reich.  Because they wanted to study the amazing abilities demonstrated by the assassin, the body was frozen.  All the Shelly clones were from parthenogenetic replication of the frozen eggs.

Shelly dove into her training with a vengeance.  She didn’t want anyone evil coming near me or her little sister.  Per her request, she and her sister got a room together right above me in the atrium, next to Kit and Wendy.  They spent all their off school time with Kit and Wendy, learning.  Like Kit, it wasn’t long before Shelly Six was as tough as the rest of my marines, and Shelly Forty-One wasn’t far behind even though she was still eight years old.  The way the two Shellys linked to each other, the attitude was shared between the two of them equally.  They were like twins, even though their ages were nine years apart.

What surprised me was when the two of them came to me.  Shelly Forty-One handed me a sheet of paper and asked, “Master, we would like you to read this to us after we both give you a blow-job.”

I raised an eyebrow and read the paper, it was a standard love slave indoctrination, with an added, “Protect Master and your sisters, always being alert and scanning for enemies.”

Puzzled, I asked, “Don’t you do this already?”

Shelly Six said, “Yes, but we want the additional support of the brainwashing controls that your semen provides.  Neither of us have had that yet.  Kit and Wendy both have had it.  We feel that it will focus us better.”

I said, “I don’t think you need it, but if you want it, I don’t see a problem.”

The two of them knelt before me and began an unbelievable two woman blowjob.  It wasn’t long before I covered their extended tongues with a thick coat of white man juice.  They immediately zoned out.  I read them their mantra, adding, “And you will enjoy life and being with your sisters.”  Then I said, “You will repeat that out loud and send it to your sister repeatedly until you wake up.”

Half an hour later they both exclaimed, “Oh, thank you Master!  It worked perfectly, we can see it hard programmed deep into our minds.”  They both scrambled over to me and hugged me hard.  Shelly Six said, “No one, and I mean no one, will ever compromise ether of us.  We love you so much.”  They both snuggled down deeper and were crying with happiness.

I found out two months later that Shelly Six also got pregnant with triplets, deliberately.  The two of them explained that I needed many more telepathic guards, and the only way to get them was to breed them.  They had consulted with Jenny and Olivia, and were planning on giving TMJ to the babies at birth to counteract any second generation genetic replication issues.  Ultrasound had already shown that the babies were developing normally, but they wanted to be sure.

Chapter 80

All my guards were between pregnancies (Shelly Six stopped for a while after two sets of triplets), so I decided to take a vacation.  I had done most of North America and Asia; Africa and South America were security nightmares, so my choices were Hawaii, Europe or Australia.  Hawaii I could go to any time, Europe I didn’t want to deal with the red tape of my rank, so we put in a flight plan for Melbourne.

Of course I was taking Wendy and Kit.  Shelly Six had been training to keep sane in crowds so she was coming.  Beth and Darla flew the plane with Maria as backup.  Amanda also joined in.  Shelly Forty-One stayed behind with her nieces to take care of them, they got upset without telepathic contact several times a day.  Shelly was twelve and her abilities now covered several hundred feet.  They also wanted to test long distance contact.  No one else was coming, they figured I would pick up a few strays like usual.

It was a very long flight down under.  Shelly reported that she was in easy contact with her sister the whole way.

We landed and parked in the reserved hanger.  In came the immigration officer to check passports and, to my surprise, an AFP officer.  Apparently since I was a high ranking U.S. official officially, I rated an escort, sort of like the Secret Service.  I decided not to complain, the officer was a very beautiful brunette in her mid-30s.

I said, “You know I am here on vacation, not anything official?”

“Yes.  But I am required to keep an eye on you anyway.”

“Okay, you are more than welcome to join my entourage.  My security detail here is Wendy, Kit, and Shelly.”  She shook hands as I introduced them.

“I’m Penny, Penny Baker.  Please no jokes.”  She paused, “Kit, do you dance by any chance?”

Kit smiled.  She loved meeting fans.  “Yes, I am well known under my stage name of Kitten.  Been a few years since I danced outside of my private club though.”

“Wow, I am honored to meet you.  My older sister is the leader of your fan club, Aussie branch.  I’m going to have to get an autograph or something.  She flew up to Tokyo twenty years ago, but the tickets were sold out.  She was extremely upset.”

Kit glanced at me, “Well, I am here on vacation, so I would be glad to meet her and the club.  Maybe do a showing if she arranges things.”

“She’ll faint at the thought.  I’ll tell her of your offer.”

“I’m a little surprised; it has been a long time since I last did a public show.  I didn’t know I had that many fans left.”

“Are you kidding?  Copies of your posters go for over $5000 on eBay!  You do a show and I am going to have to call in a whole brigade to keep order.  You are considered the best exotic dancer since Sally Rand!”

Kit raised an eyebrow in surprise.  “Hmmm...”

Penny shook herself, pulled a serious face, then turned to me, “General Johnson, Sir, I apologize for my behavior.  Your transport is right outside.”

“No worries.  I’m a fan too.”  I grinned.  “And when we aren’t in public, call me Tom.”

She smiled, “I can do that.”  She laughed, “I am willing to bet that you aren’t going to be playing golf the whole time you are here, like the last General I watched.”

“Hardly.  I am thinking tourist stuff, like a tour of the Outback, some reef diving, things like that.”

“If you don’t mind my asking, why are you so young?”

“Actually I’m 48, the ladies and I here are older than we look.  Still young for a General, I suppose.”

It was her turn to lift an eyebrow.

“I have the rank to assist in some specialized help I do for my government, it’s a bit complicated.  Actually I am a bit surprised that you are here.  You must have a good database to even know that I have a rank.”

“All I know is that you applied for a visa and my team was assigned as general protection detail.”

“’k. One hell of a database, Well, let’s get to the hotel.  I assume that you and my advance security team have already checked everything over by now.  We can go over schedules there.”

“Thank you, Tom.”

We loaded the luggage into the SUVs and headed out.

It was the third day as we got back to the hotel from scuba diving on the barrier reef when Penny asked Kit, “Were you serious about doing a show?”

Kit was changing back into her dark pants and shirt that she used for guarding.  So was Shelly.  It was quite the view.  Kit said, “Sure!  When?”

“That is up to you, essentially the deal is that the longer we take, the bigger the show.  If we wait more than a week, you could end up at a coliseum.  People will be flying in from all over the world.  If we keep it local, you will still have people coming in from all over Australia and New Zealand.”

Kit and I had discussed it previously.  She knew that I was happy with whatever she decided. She said, “I don’t want it to be too big.  That isn’t any fun for anyone.  Hmmm, any dancers in the club?”

“About half, 25% retired and 25% still working.  Around 300 active members still working.”

“Wow, I was thinking we could do a few real numbers, take a few days and choreograph.  But we can’t do much with more than 10 or 15 dancers.”

Penny looked thoughtful, “That would be really cool.  I will talk to my sister; she literally peed on the floor in excitement when she heard you were in the country.  She will arrange anything you want.”

Two days later we walked into a full thrust theater, with box seats, balcony, orchestra pit and the works.  We looked around in surprise.  There was a large group of people over by the stage.  An attractive woman around forty came rushing up and exclaimed, “OMG, it is really you!”  She stood there quivering in excitement.

Penny said, “Kit, this is my sister, Cheryl Baker.  Cheryl, this is Kit Camille, whom I am sure you know.”

Cheryl enthusiastically shook Kit’s outthrust hand using both of hers.  “I am so glad to meet you!  Thank you so much for doing this!”

Kit was finally able to extract her hand.  “You’re welcome.  I hadn’t realized that I still had a fan base like this.” She glanced around.  “My fault for not being more prolific on the fan sites, I guess.”

Cheryl didn’t know what to make of her hero depreciating herself, so she ignored it.  She gestured at the group by the stage, “We have 20 dancers for you, seven who are considered the best exotic dancers in Australia today, and 13 who won the draw last night from the Kitten fan club.  All professional stage dancers and very excited to be working with you.  I wanted to dance too, but I am too old, so I will be managing.”  She also waved forward a lady in her early 50s.  “This is Farrah Jones, who is a big fan and donated the use of this theater.”  Kit shook her hand.

Kit said, “I know you want me to iron down a date.  I will be running these girls ragged, but we could have a show by the following Saturday, in 10 days.”  She turned to me, “Tom, there is no point in you hanging about here.  Wendy and Shelly can take care of you for a week.”

“Okay.”  I hugged her and whispered, “Now you have fun.”

She laughed and said, “Are you kidding? I am already having the time of my life!  This is going to be FUN!”

The rest of us took a week long hiking tour of the Outback.  It was the most fun I had had in years.  Penny seemed to be enjoying herself as well, commenting, “Now this is VIP protection duty I could get used to!”

What was interesting was the hard friendship between Penny and Darla.  I had specifically told Darla that there was no recruiting without my permission on this trip, so that wasn’t it.  The two of them genuinely got along famously.

Three days out, two days past any communications range, we were hiking across the top of a cliff when our guide signaled us to get down.  We all dropped.  Penny whispered, “What’s up?”

“Poachers.”  He gestured over the cliff into the valley.  We crawled to the edge and peered over.  Sure enough there were a couple of trucks, and a small creature was being loaded onto one.  “That is an endangered species of Wallabee.”

Penny said, “Shit.  Wish I had that sat phone.”

I said, “Penny, can you keep a secret, even from your government?”

“Unless it harms someone, I am sworn to keep everything I see with you to myself.”

I grimly said, “This’ll test it.  Shelly, please have your sister call the Rangers.  Give them the coordinates from the GPS.”

Shelly took the GPS and read our coordinates, then said, “She is calling them now.”  A minute later, “The Rangers are sending a ‘chopper. ETA, 20 minutes.”

Penny grinned, “Twins, eh?  My cousins can do that.”  Shelly and I glanced at each other and let it stand at that.

Half an hour later we watched from the cliff top as the ‘chopper swooped down and landed in front of the trucks, ex-gorging at least 10 troops who quickly rounded up the poachers.  One tried to run that we saw and the Rangers didn’t, but we were close enough that Penny’s short wave handheld worked and the runner was quickly chased down.

We set up our daily camp not far from the gorge.  The girls were randy after the action.  We just pitched two tents that night, the guide’s tent and the girl’s four person tent.  By midnight, they were all passed out with big smiles, including Penny, she was hot, hard bodied much like my marines.

The next morning the guide was rolling his eyes, but didn’t say anything.  I shared the tent with the ladies every night on the way back.  As we were approaching base camp, he commented, “You are one lucky bloke.”  Then he trotted ahead.

There was still three days until Kit’s show, so we flew to Perth and I turned the girls loose on the Esplanade.  The four of them (Penny said she wasn’t allowed, she just watched enviously) must have shipped back half the city.  Then the next day Darla took over watching the plane and Beth joined the group for shipping home the rest of the city.

We flew back to the east coast to see how Kit was doing.  Good thing we had kept our room, every place in Melbourne was booked solid.  Everyone in Australia and much of the rest of the world was in town to see the show.  I just hoped that Kit was getting her cut.

Night of the show the streets were packed around the theater.  The standby line was around the block, and there were scalpers everywhere.  Tickets for the back of the balcony section were being sold for over $1000.  The main floor seats were over $10,000 a seat!  The front row was reserved for my group and the local fan club.  The local cops were out, but everything seemed to be in order.

As we filed in, I noticed that there was a full orchestra in the pit, rich snobs in the box seats, the works.  Wow.  All for an improv burlesque show.  What surprised me were the number of kids in the audience, obviously Aussies weren’t as anal about that as Americans.  There were cameras everywhere, looking closely I saw that they were labeled, “National Geographic”!  Holy shit.  This had blown out of all proportion.  I commented to Penny, “I see what you meant by needing a battalion.”

She was looking around in wonder as well.  “I never expected THIS!”

Shelly suddenly was on the move.  She ran up the aisle, then up the stairs to the balcony.  Wendy was suddenly all over me.  “Shelly reports a sniper on the balcony.  He is here after Kit.”

Penny ran after Shelly.  Two minutes later the two of them were walking down a man in cuffs, Penny carrying his bag.  A couple of local cops burst into the building and Penny handed him over.  The two of them conversed with the two cops for a minute, then the cops left, leading the suspect out.  Shelly and Penny came back up to us in the front row.  Penny was commenting, “Good catch, Shelly!”

Shelly told me, “Some religious nut, thought girls should be domestic only.”

I said, “Guess you and Penny taught him differently?”

“You could say that.”  She gave me a big grin. 

Penny laughed.  “The rifle in the bag with the silencer and scope should keep him out of any ladies’ hair for a few years.”

The lights dimmed twice and the orchestra started.  We scrambled for our seats.

The curtain opened and out came a chorus line of dancers with feathers.  Soon Kit was in the center doing her dance to a well played sax in the orchestra.  Just as the feather dance was about over and Kit was going for the final reveal, there was a flash of light and suddenly all the dancers were doing a highly energetic dance in the Cats vein, leaping and jumping about, albeit only in a g-string.  They came out into the audience and did flips down the aisles and back as Kit did a dance that only she could do, jumping twenty feet into the air while doing back-flips and other enhanced moves that were somehow massive boner inspiring.

The stage suddenly was covered with dancers moving erotically around poles that descended from the ceiling, doing inverse flips up and down them, Kit leading the way.

All throughout the dance people were clapping and gasping.  The dancers reformed in a Rockette style line as the poles disappeared into the ceiling again, and then did some kicks while the crowd jumped to their feet and clapped to the beat of the dance.  The dance had been going strong for almost an hour when they all bowed and the lights went out.

The audience went crazy, giving a standing ovation with lots of whistling. A spotlight came on and each dancer came forward and bowed, at the end was Kit and the noise redoubled as she bowed.

The dancers left the stage and the house lights came on.  The crowd was still clapping like crazy.  Kit finally came out in one of May’s sexy dresses as flowers were being thrown, covering the stage.

Wendy commented, “I think her title is secure.”

Penny said, “Holy shit.  Definitely.  I can’t believe she choreographed and set all that up in ten days.”

Kit went backstage again.  The plan was to set up a signing booth in the lobby.  I was willing to bet the line was already a mile long.  As we got to the lobby I noticed that there were posters, pictures and calendars of Kit and the dancers.  They spent the next four hours signing various things.  Several of the dancers were Aussie headliners and were famous in their own right.  One commented, “Now that I can put that I danced with the Kitten on the Kitten Revue, my career is set.”  Several of the other dancers agreed.

About an hour into the signing, Shelly whispered to us (we were sitting off to the side, waiting), “Uh, oh.  Trouble.”  She got up and went over to Kit’s table. 

The next lady in the line stepped forward and asked, “Miss Kitten.  I am Natalia Vehenta, Director of the National Ballet.  How did you do some of those moves?  They weren’t humanly possible.”

Kit gave a professional smile and said, “Practice.”

Ms. Vehenta tried to say more, but Shelly escorted her away.

Some kids were assigned to keep the water bottles on the tables fresh, because I saw some teens bringing out new ones every half hour.  They rotated tables, each getting a chance to do Kit’s bottle.

Around midnight the hoopla died down a bit.  Apparently Kit had put a cap on autograph sales, and so the lines dwindled, although there were still people trying to get posters and the like.

The girls and I followed Kit back to her dressing room.  As I went in I said, “Wow, Kit.  You outdid yourself.”

“Yes, Sir.  I think maybe five to ten years apart for each of these is good.  Too exhausting to do them more often.”

“Yeah, no kidding.”

Cheryl came in and asked, “Kit, are you sure that you only want 10%?  We are talking big numbers here.”

“Ten percent is fine.”

She handed Kit an envelope.  “I hope you will come visit us again.  This has literally been the most fun I have ever had.”  She hugged Kit then ran from the room in embarrassment.

Kit opened the envelope and gasped.  She muttered, “THIS is only 10 percent?  From one show?  Holy shit.”  She showed us the check for $1.4 million and looked at me with big innocent eyes, “Well, maybe I could do this a little more often.”  We all laughed.

Of course a few months later I heard Penny was pregnant.  Darla, Maria and Amanda were gravid as well.  Penny was in constant contact with Darla so she knew her options.  Since she loved her job, she decided to just take child support for now, and leave the future open.

Chapter 81

We settled down, our income was greater than our expenses, and the population was still growing slowly.  Since our education was so good, all of our high school grads had full scholarships wherever they wanted to go, so we had quite a few at MIT, Harvard, Berkeley, Oxford and the like.  Trisha was shipping patches not only to her spies, but also en mass to former estate children.

Babies were still being born and the occasional Make-a-Wish kid or disabled vet was taken in.  Also, Secret Service from the White House continued to make us their retirement community.  Carlotta, who served a second term, had a house next to Barnes’ and Pendelson’s places.  We had had to expand Cassville again, I moved my hidden gold bunker to the back of the estate and added a second billion in gold.

Shelly’s first pair of triplets turned eleven and were brought to me for induction, although they really didn’t need it, being raised from birth by telepaths to be my security.  A year later her second batch were brought to me.  She had had two more sets of triplets, but they were a few years apart.

We had gone two presidents now without a problem when it happened again.  Daniels, who was still unofficially in charge of the retirees, called.  I was out jogging when Wendy ran up to me. “Sir.”  I knew something was up, she only called me that when something official was going on.  “Someone just lazed the White House.  President Sanchez avoided the initial beam, but was badly burned in the resulting fire.”  She handed me the phone. 

Daniels said, “Tom, I have taken the liberty of telling the Secret Service to bring the President here.”

“What is the ETA?”

“About 35 minutes.”

“You tell CIC?”

“Yes, they are prepping for Air Force One.”

“I am headed to CIC now.”  I turned and headed down the path that would lead me to the nearest tunnel entrance.  Three minutes later I was in CIC watching my girls track the incoming airplane.  The incoming corridor was cleared and she came straight in.  A medical team with Helen in charge was waiting.  I noticed with some pride that our daughter, Tracy, and Jenny’s kid, Liz, were doctors on the triage team.  Also fifteen other people were offloaded onto gurneys.  Seems there was a real mess at the White House.

Trisha was directing several teams that were busy installing anti-laser devices around the perimeter.  Basically they were holographic projectors that blocked line of sight.  The only building in the area that could get line of sight was the city water tower in the housing development next to the estate.  A team was busy securing the water tower and installing sensors on it.  Also, technically someone could use a Fire Truck ladder or tree picker, so projectors were being installed all the way around at the cost of a cool $700 million.

Also, we had upgraded the harrier to a pair of more modern F-49G fighters.  We had them on ready alert; they could be in the air in less than 30 seconds.

There was a large underground hanger with an elevator like an aircraft carrier in the one shown hanger.  The only plane exposed was Air Force One.

Helen called and told me not to bother to come over to the hospital for a few hours, everyone was so badly burned that it would take a while for TMJ to repair them enough to wake up.

It took almost a whole day for Raul Sanchez to wake up.  The hospital was in a panicked code white because the President was missing.  Shelly said that he was with one of her girls, but he wasn’t listening to fourteen year old Sharon as she tried to get him to go back to his room.  We cancelled the code white, and then I went with Carlotta, Diana, and William to see him.  He was standing next to the pool in the middle of the hospital atrium.

He saw the group of us approaching and said, “Wow, some heavy guns.  What the hell is going on, where am I, why are there three ex-presidents here, and finally, why do you all look like you should still be high school?”

He put his hands on his hips and stood expectantly.  It looked really silly in the paper hospital gown, but I forced back my snicker.

Pendelson, the usual spokesman, said, “It is a long story.  What is the last thing you remember?”

Sanchez thought for a minute, and then said, “Shit.  I remember a large laser beam cutting into my office, and then I dived under my desk.  That is about it.”

Pendelson said, “There was a fire from the laser.  You were burned with third and forth degree burns over 90% of your body.”  Sanchez looked at his hands.  Pendelson continued, “A special secret service directive was activated when it was determined that you were injured beyond what Walter Reed could do.  You were flown here.”

“Where is ‘here’ specifically?”

Pendelson went on, “A top secret private facility.  You were given a specialized top secret drug designed for disabled vets.  There is one negative side effect and many positive ones.  The most obvious is that it heals any injury that doesn’t kill you outright.”

Sanchez looked down at his hands and bare feet.  “I can see that.”

“As to why you have three presidents here, we have all been in your shoes and have had to come here.  We actually like it here and spend most of our time here.  This is also where the secret service get permanent homes and raise families.”

Sanchez chewed on that one for another minute.  “Okay.  I have a lot of questions, but we can talk later.  I only need two things answered now.  One, Why the hell do you all look like teenagers?”

“TMJ, that is the drug, by the way, repairs all injuries, including old age.  In a few months you will also look like a teenager, Raul.” 

We all grinned, Diana said, “Be prepared to wear makeup for the rest of your term.”

Ever serious, he nodded, “And Two, you never answered, where the hell am I?”

I said, “That I suppose is my purview.  You are in a hospital atrium, on a secret contractor base, in the middle of the country.  Like William mentioned, this place was set up for vets and make-a-wish kids.  They and their families make up the bulk of the residents.  And if you were wondering, my name is Tom, and I own this place.”

“Harrumph, okay.  Good thing Alana was in Wichita.  What is the current status?”

Carlotta said, “The West Wing was destroyed.  Every agency is searching for the source of the laser, but it was at least 10 miles away and could have been from almost anywhere in Northern D.C.  10 people escaped, 15 of your staff were injured as you were and are here.  23 are confirmed dead.”

Diana went on, “Tom’s base here has security even better than the White House and you are far underground right now.  The Vice President has been taken to a secure location and has been acting president during your recovery, which, by the way, has been two days.  Alana has been secured in a bunker at the old air base in Wichita.  It was considered too dangerous to have her out in the open or on an airplane given the circumstances.  I talked with her and she understands, although I hear that she is giving her agents a rough time, she wants to be here with you.”

I added, “Although Air Force One is sitting on my airstrip, and we have anti-laser defenses, the secret service and I feel that you should stay here for the time being.  There is a full CIC not far from here so you can link into the national command.” I grinned, “You may want to get some pants first, though.”

Raul turned red and muttered, “Yeah.”  He looked over at Sharon, “All right young lady, you can take me back to my room now.”  He nodded at us then followed her out.

We brought in the first lady, Alana, by convoy, not wanting to chance air travel with a laser weapon still out there.  Raul did a national speech, telling everyone that he was alive and in a secure location.

It was a week later when the four presidents and I were in a meeting with Shelly Forty One on watch when she suddenly got a far away look.  I stopped what I was saying and watched her.  Not really understanding (although I think Pendelson had suspicions), the whole conversation stopped and we were all watching her.

She looked over at me and said, “Sir, the team with the laser weapon has arrived in town and are setting up on top of the college water tower.  They are a bit upset at the diffraction holograms on the perimeter and plan to cut power to the base in hope of bringing it down so they can target President Sanchez.”

I asked, “What do we have in the area to take them down?”

“Nothing near there, a team will be there in five minutes.  I don’t think they realize that we generate our own power.  In case they take out the wind generators, we have already switched to the accumulators and prepped the gas based generators.  The base is on full lockdown.  One of their observers at the hotel is being picked up.  Another team is taking down the group who is cutting outside power.”

“Thank you, Shelly.”  %I love you, you know.%

“You’re welcome, Sir.”

Raul said, “How the hell does she know that?”

Pendelson replied, “A long story.  I suggest we wait here for the teams to report in.”

Shelly turned on the wall monitor and we all watched the satellite feed as the water tower was surrounded and my marines went in.  Two of the terrorists went down, another four were captured.  Two were captured trying to cut the lines and there was the one at the hotel.  Total of two dead and seven captured.  That was worrying since they usually worked in groups of four.  Where were the other three?

Half an hour later Shelly reported, “There were two cells working together.  The extra man was the laser specialist flown in just for this job.  We got both cells.  These are the same cells that lazed the White House.  We got them, Sir.”

Raul asked, “Do they know what group this was, and where they got the damned military laser?”

Shelly was silent for a second; then looked up again, “It is Al-Syf, and the laser was purchased on the black market.  They paid twenty million U.S. dollars for it.”

Carlotta growled, “Not Al-Syf again!”  Probably thinking about how they shot her.

Raul said, “I need to announce that we caught the bastards, and Tom, you need to give the relevant details to the FBI and CIA.”

I said, “Of course, but I am sure that Agent Daniels has already prepared a report.  On the bright side, you can use your plane again.”

“Good, I need to get back to the White House and deal with that now.”

After everyone else had taken off, I went over and hugged Shelly.  I whispered in her ear, “Thank you, your sister, and your nieces.  Nice intelligence job.”

She commented, “The hard part was that the bastards weren’t thinking in English.  My sister had to interpret the raw memories.  That is why we didn’t catch them as they came into town.”

As we left the room, Pendelson was waiting outside in the corridor.  He commented, “I see why the CIA was after you, Shelly, that is one hell of an ability.  However, next time, I suggest that you wear an earwig, even if you aren’t using it.”  He turned and walked away.