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(Originally this chapter was the second half of Chapter 11, which is why it may feel like it begins right in the thick of it. Hopefully, the transition isn’t too abrupt)
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The buzz of crickets matches the impatient footsteps of Ramesh as he types the air with his fingers pacing outside an empty giftshop turned daycare on the dry side of the amusement park. The jungle-themed building riddled with images of cartoon characters, bullet holes, and fading graffiti paintings promising swift revenge is nearly completely enveloped in darkness except for a small area outside the main entrance where an LED lightbulb illuminates Ram with an eerie orange light.
Next to him near the building’s twin doors, a naked Polynesian boy with tattooed buttocks stands guard resting his arms on the tripod of a massive rail gun as tall as him, studying in silence the shirtless Indian man walking back and forth.
“I don’t like you. You’re like a tuna,” says the ten-or-so boy with narrowed eyes “You’re all slippery.”
Ram stops, lowers his sunglasses, and points at the boy’s rifle “I bet you feel safe with that Bb gun you got there. You think no one can hurt you so long as you have it by your side.”
The child soldier straightens up and lifts his heavy weapon “That’s right! Nobody can touch me now! If they try to I turn them into ‘Otai!”
The twenty-year-old man removes his mirrored sunglasses and stands in front of the boy with his torso bent to match his shorter height.
“What did the adults do to you…? Did they try to milk you despite you being too young?” he waits for the boy to react. When he doesn’t, he smiles “I bet they milked you all day, every day… Waiting for the second you reached spermarche so they wouldn’t miss a single drop...”
The boy’s face remains impassive, his brown eyes staring straight at Ram. His smile widens.
“You probably hate adult’s guts for what they did to you… And yet, part of you liked it, didn’t you? If only a little bit…” he raises an eyebrow and lowers his voice as if sharing a secret “I bet you felt warm inside waiting them to milk you… Even today there’s still a tiny voice inside your head that misses it… Now that voice wishes I would take your gun and do whatever I wanted with your soft, little body. I’m so large and you’re so small and vulnerable... You wouldn’t be able to do a thing…”
The Samoan kid’s face doesn’t react. His hands clenching and releasing the superconducting barrel of his rail gun. He looks down, sees his tiny penis erect and pointing parallel to the floor, and looks away.
“So slippery,” he grumbles.
The twin doors of the daycare open, letting warm light pour to the outside. ‘Santiago’ steps out cleaning his horn-rimmed glasses with a handkerchief and waves at the boy.
“He’s waiting for you, my child. Take your time.”
The tattooed kid nods and walks towards the doors but stops when the Afghani priest raises a palm asking for his gun.
He stares back at Ram for a moment and gives Santiago the rail gun. He steps inside the warm interior where Ram glimpses at a playroom full of cheerful cartoon characters, matted floors, and soft toys past the ajar door.
“Hey. You okay?” The boy says once inside.
“Rawr…”
Santiago closes the door, silencing the two kid’s voices and leaving them alone with the sounds of crickets. He puts his glasses back on and cocks his head as he puts the rifle’s strap over his shoulder.
“Walk with me,” he says to Ram offering his hand.
Ramesh stares at his hand and grabs it. Santiago smiles and tows him away from the daycare and across the forecourt and cracked walkways of the war-torn amusement park lit by silver moonlight.
“Sounds like a lot happened,” says Ram as the two young men walk at a slow pace holding hands.
Santiago shrugs “Eh, pretty standard for a Saturday,” he glances upwards at the gibbous Moon with a small green dot under its south pole and sighs “As for finding Samantha, I’m afraid that will have to wait. Raptor’s mental state isn’t the best right now. We can try again in a couple of weeks when it’s easier to probe his memories.”
Ram scratches his head as they enter an empty grass field where a zoo enclosure used to be, now serving as a landing area for automated airdrops.
“Yeaaah, that’s not going to work for me babe. I need to find that small succubus as soon as possible.”
“Ask the impossible and the only miracle traders will send in quotes. A sage man once told me that,” the young priest smirks and pushes his curly hair off his face “You do realize that I just offered you two more weeks to share my bed, right?”
Ram smirks “Will I be kept tied up?”
“If you want to,” he says raising an eyebrow.
“Tempting,” Ram stops walking as they step over a massive QR code painted in the short grass surrounded by wooden crates. He points back in the direction of the daycare “How about I try probing the kid’s memories? I don’t speak dinosaur, but maybe with the other kid in the room I can figure…”
Santiago sighs and stops as well, his hand still holding Ram’s “Why are you in such a hurry babe? I heard some rumors that you’re trying to rescue a boy in Sam’s possession, is that right?” he waves his free hand dismissively “He’ll be fine… I’ve treated boys who went through experiences a hundred times worse,” then addas as a sidenote “Like me for instance...”
Ramesh forces a smile and shakes his head “Yeah, no. I think I’ll go back and interrogate 21st-century-Mowgli directly,” he releases Santiago’s hand and starts walking back.
“He won’t talk to you babe,” says the priest standing in place.
Ram stops and turns around. Both men now standing a dozen feet apart over the QR code on the turf “Perhaps because you told him not to?”
The Afghani priest takes a deep breath and stands with hand intertwined in front of his chest “And why would I do that?”
Ramesh stares at Mohammed/Santiago in silence, as if trying to convince himself out of something. He finally sighs and drops his shoulders.
“Can’t fucking believe this… He DID tell you something, didn’t he?”
“If you want me to help you, you must first help me understand babe. What’s so special about this boy you’re looking for? Why are you in such a hurry to find him?”
“It’s…!” he clenches his hands into fists and lets out a frustrated groan “It’s complicated.”
The priest smirks “The two girls traveling with you are ‘complicated’. You… You’re a little boy so traumatized by monsters breaking into your room one night you’ve dedicated your life to become invincible.”
“That’s hardly what I’ve…!”
Santiago starts walking closer “And the only way you’ve thought to accomplish that is to become so rich and powerful all monsters end up working for you. I don’t approve your goals, I never did, but I can understand them,” he tilts his head “What I don’t understand is how finding some random boy makes you any more invincible… What’s your angle here babe?”
Ram shrugs “There’s no angle. I’m just trying to help these kids, just like you wanted me to.”
The priest snorts. He stops a couple of feet away from Ram and looks up at the starry sky as if suddenly thinking of something.
“Maybe… Maybe I’m thinking about this the wrong way. Maybe this isn’t about finding a boy but about finding Samantha… Is this just revenge against that Zoomer maniac you took as a surrogate mother? Is that why you’re searching for the ONE person she cares about to do God knows what with her?” he laughs “Grow up babe, torturing a thirteen-year-old girl isn’t your style.”
The Indian man lets out a frustrated sigh and stands with his arms crossed.
“Why do you have to complicate things babe? Can’t you just trust my ‘plan’ as you always did?” he points at the rifle by his shoulder and then at the wooden crates, piles of straw, and folded parachutes around them “You think I’m blind? That rail gun is brand new, and I bet it’s not even the one with the largest caliber based on the sizes of these crates. You heard I was dead and began preparing for an invasion, but now that I’m alive you want me to stay so I can help you defend this place. Well…!” he waves around them and shrugs “I can tell you right now all this firepower won’t be necessary if you help me find Samantha.”
Santiago’s shoulders drop slightly. A sour smile across his face “Right… Because you’ll be so powerful no one will dare to attack us.”
Ram smiles “Hey, I haven’t seen you complaining over the past six years. I’ve kept you and these boys safe.”
The young priest raises his eyebrows, shocked “Safe…? Is THAT what you think I wanted from you? Babe…” he breaks eye contact and lowers his arms, desolate “I didn’t need you out there pulling geopolitical strings on our behalf. I needed you here filling up bullet holes, taping bridges together, raising sea walls, helping me build a home.”
“A short-lived one! This place wouldn’t have lasted more than a couple of years without my help.”
The Afghani priest shakes his head, feeling sorry for him.
“All homes are short-lived, it’s in their nature. But that doesn’t make them any less worthwhile, particularly now.” He removes his fogged-up glasses and cleans them with his handkerchief, his hands trembling slightly “What’s that dumb thing you used to say back in the day? The world is running out of people?” he laughs “You always said it with such scorn, but to me it was beautiful. It suggests that those of us left will only grow closer,” he takes a deep breath and puts his horn-rimmed glasses back on, his fingers calm and steady “Unfortunately, not everyone is comfortable with that...”
Ram watches in disbelief as Santiago turns around and walks away, leaving him alone with the crickets on the circular grass clearing.
He looks behind him in the direction of the daycare and then back at his past lover, unsure where to walk to next.
“Hey! Hold on! What did the Jungle Book kid say? Where is Samantha!?”
“God knows!” says Santiago in the distance “He doesn’t remember a thing. I apologize for wasting your time Ramesh.”
“Yes mommy, six of them at the same time... Yes, the summary video is on the blockchain, we can watch it together when I return,” says Rebecca with a bulky military radio by her ear leaning on a tall pile of wooden crates. She sees a cricket walking over the fire-treated wood, grabs it, and puts it in her mouth “Yes, my coochie got a bit tired… Oh no, I’m fine. The boys were all very professional…” she says chewing.
She hears voices behind the crates and stretches her neck to take a peek. She sees the hot priest and the sexy Indian man on a grass clearing with a white QR code on the grass arguing about something.
“Um, mommy, I got to go… Yes, I’ll be online tomorrow, sorry I got you and daddy worried... Yes, I’ll check my username is correct when the bots see me. Kay! Kisses!” she moves the radio off her ear dropping air kisses and fiddles with the buttons to try and end the call while trying to listen to the men’s argument.
Suddenly, a hand grabs the long-range radio and snatches it off her hands, startling her.
“Hey! I told you not to touch the rest of the buttons!” hisses a blonde seventeen-year-old boy with piercing blue eyes and a skittish demeanor. He also peeks over the wooden crates at the two men talking and looks back at the preteen girl “Are you done with your call…? Yeah? Then get out of here,” he says shooing her with a hand.
Becks nods, not wanting to be close to that blonde teen who gives her bad vibes. She throws a couple of glances back as she walks away and sees him spying on the two men, but she soon forgets about him when she reaches the next zoo enclosure where a group of boys talk and laugh while sitting on logs around a campfire roasting wieners alongside all kinds of drinks and snacks.
The black girl doesn’t walk directly to sit with them but goes the campfire towards her vintage camera placed on top of an old military helmet with a bullet hole on the side serving as an improvised tripod and closes the shutter. As she prepares the device for another long exposure shot she notices one of the older teens around the fire pit waving at her to come close while Caro —sitting nearby— tries to stop him.
“No! Don’t!” she keeps saying.
“Why not!? Come on bro! Come here!” yells the copper-haired teen with slurred words and a Bud Light can in his hand.
Rebecca smiles, confused, and heads to sit next to Dedos wearing small red shorts and eating mouthfuls of popcorn from inside his astronaut helmet placed on his lap upside down.
“What? What’s happening?” says Becks coughing as she remembers to lower her pitch of voice.
The drunk teen smiles and points at a mortified Caro covering her face with her hands.
“We’re trying to see who here has the most ‘out-there’ story, and Meteor here said that you would probably beat all of us.”
“Out-there story?” repeats Rebecca.
“You know…” he waves his hands in circles, his body swaying slightly “The most… unusual type of sex you’ve ever had. The kind of thing that gave bots A LOT of trouble to classify on the blockchain.”
“Oh! I see…” says Becks with a mischievous grin. She glances at Carolina who shakes her head while covering her face with both hands, horrified of the possibility of her giving away their genders by accident.
But the black girl smiles and taps Caro’s knee, easing her fears. She straightens in place, turns her red cap backwards, and scans the faces of the teens and preteens around the campfire watching her expectantly.
“So… Have any of you had sex with someone of your same genotype?” she says raising an eyebrow.
The six-or-so boys around the fire shoo at her, unimpressed.
“That’s weak bro! Just take Boobs here. He’s done it many times,” says the tipsy Uyghur teen pointing a naked chubby teen with a pimpled face who shifts uncomfortable when pointed.
“Hey! It was just ONE time! And we did just to get the bots confused so we could switch places.” He covers his boy breasts and mutters as a sidenote “And they’re not boobs, it’s called gynecomastia…”
Yet Rebecca’s smile keeps strong as Dedos handles her a roasted wiener and she smells it.
“I see, I see... Well, how about sex with two people of your same genotype?”
A few raised eyebrows among the boys. Yet the copper-haired teen waves a hand dismissively.
“I’ve seen that too bro. Like with…”
“And this?” interrupts Becks raising three fingers while biting the tip of the sausage.
A silence. The tween girl wiggles her eyebrows while chewing and raises a fourth finger, causing a couple gasps. Then after a dramatic pause, she raises a fifth finger.
Sharp breaths and popping eyes. Even Carolina sitting next to Becks does a double-take.
The girl giggles and moves her hand to cover her mouth as she chews.
“Yeah, it was pretty fun, I learned a lot. My parents took me to this meet-and-greet for people with the same genotypes on the convention center of some hotel. They wanted me to see how I would grow up to be, but most of my twins were boring! Until I met one who said they had booked a room in the same hotel and was as bored as me. So we found a way to skean up there to have sex,” she takes another bite and shrugs “But then word spread out and our other twins began coming up as well. At one point they just came in and out the room like a conveyor belt.”
“How many were you at the end!?” says one of the younger kids, horrified.
Rebecca laughs “I don’t know! But neither did the bots it seems! It took WEEKS before our usernames were all back in their correct places!”
Thunderous laughs around the campfire. The sparkles from the burning wood raise into the starry sky seemingly heading towards the Moon above. The musky smell of burning wood mixed with the smell of butter, booze, lab-grown meat, and dry sweat from the boys who laugh until their eyes tear up and their bellies hurt.
“Wow bro, I needed that…” says the copper-haired teen brushing tears off his eyes “Especially after the news today…”
A sudden stop in the remaining laughs, a few coughing to stop their giggles. Becks looks questioningly at Caro, but then remembers her forgotten camera and stands up.
“Yeah, it sucks…” mutters one of the older teens emptying his beer.
“What do you think he’ll say during the speech tomorrow?”
“No clue. But how are we going to listen to it? Will Father Santiago let us watch it online?”
“Nah bro, it’s not necessary. We can build an antenna and hear it directly from the source,” he points up at the sky “I’ve done it before. It’s not hard.”
“Oh! Okay, sounds good.”
“Um…?” says Caro slowly raising her palm as if asking for permission to ask a question. But before she can speak one of the drunker teens starts yelling.
“I don’t buy that they’re dead! I’m telling you guys! I can feel that they’re still alive!”
“Stop that bro. Don’t do that to yourself. It’s over,” says the Uyghur teen drinking the last of his Bud Light
“But…!”
“It’s OVER! Let’s talk about something else,” he squeezes the empty can in his hand and points at Caro “Hey Meteor! You’re the last one to tell your most ‘out there’ story. Go ahead.”
“Ah…! O-okay? Um, but Dedos hasn’t…” she says motioning at the ginger boy sitting next to her whose mouth is full of popcorn. He opens his eyes wide and chews faster to speak.
“Nah, we’ve heard his story many times,” says the copper-haired teen waving his hands. He stands up, sits next to Caro in Rebecca’s spot, and slaps her back “Come on! It doesn’t have to be anything too elaborate. Just tell us about the last time the bots mixed you up.”
Carolina nods and straightens on her seat rubbing her thighs. Becks finally returns with her vintage camera and sits where the tipsy teen was before. She meets eyes with Caro across the campfire and throws her a nod, already guessing what anecdote she’s about to tell.
Caro gulps and looks at the floor “Um, sure… I had a blockchain mix-up during my first time.”
Becks raises her eyebrows. The Uyghur teen slaps his knee and rubs his palms together.
“Oooh! A cherry-popping story! Spill all the details!”
The other boys nod and murmur in agreement, excited to listen. Caro rubs her knees and nods again. She looks around at the many smiling faces watching her and then at the flaming logs at the center of the firepit, her fingers tapping her knees.
“Y-yeah… Um… There’s this family from a weird cult — ‘Loonies’, ‘Moonies’, something like that — who is one of those families that can only have kids the old-fashioned way. It has to be ‘natural’... So, um, one day they offered a group of, I mean, they offered my group of friends some money to rape their daughter and get her pregnant.”
A couple of laughs from the boys who had seen or been part of similar arrangements. Caro smiles and pushes a lock of platinum hair off her face.
“Yeah, it was one of those... So, um… The parents were very old-fashioned, they said we had to film the whole thing from start to finish so the other people of their cult didn’t know they ‘cheated’.” She laughs “We really needed the money and didn’t want to screw up, so we got the best camera we could find, found an old car, and spent all night working on our masks to make them extra scary. We even arrived early at the street they told us their daughter would come back from school. Anyway, when she finally appeared we grabbed her, ripped off her clothes, tied her, and drove her to this abandoned building on the flooded side of town without signal. Then we took her to the roof and, um… took turns on her while one of us recorded.”
She pauses, looks around at the many eyes watching her, and continues talking while staring at the crackling flames.
“We were worried at first about her not looking convincing on camera. Some of these girls look forward too much to their first rape and ruin the whole thing. But this girl’s acting was good. She even remembered to try and close her legs at all times so that two of us had to keep her spread. The only problem is that she screamed a lot, but she went quiet after a while,” she wipes her nose and giggles “Another problem is that we weren’t sure how much semen it takes to get someone pregnant, so we kept going just to be sure, well into the night.”
She brushes sweat off her face with the back of her arm, her gaze locked on the orange flames hugging the sides of the iridescent logs as they slowly turn into black coal.
“The other problem was that when the camera’s battery finally ran out she still wanted to have sex. We were all very tired by that point, but she kept insisting, so we ended up tying her up again, only for real this time. And even then she kept moving all over and almost fell off the roof at some point, so we had to secure her to the floor with her arms and legs spread so she wouldn’t hurt herself. She was crazy!” she starts laughing “But that wasn’t the craziest part! B-because after we left her tied and naked on that roof, uploaded the video on the blockchain, and went to get our payment, guess WHAT!?”
She laughs harder and slaps her knees, barely able to speak from her laughs.
“I-it was the wrong girl…! Someone with the SAME age and genotype was walking on that SAME street by mere chance! But because neither we nor the bots could tell the difference, it didn’t matter! The Moonie family wasn’t even angry at us since all they had to do was order some semen online. They even paid us extra for sparing their daughter the rape hassle. Everyone was happy!”
She stops from another laughing fit, her chuckles slowly diminishing in volume until they join the sound of crickets and the cracks and pops of the burning wood.
“Well… Everyone except for that random girl we raped by accident… But who cares right?” she says wincing from her aching belly, her face red as a beet. She cleans her face with the collar of her grey t-shirt riddled with handwritten notes, closes her eyes, and sighs contently “Pretty ‘out there’ uh…?”
Caro looks around and finds herself surrounded by half a dozen sobered-up boys watching her in silence. She scratches the back of her head.
“Um… Is there a bathroom somewhere?” she asks to no one in particular brushing sweat off her face “I’m all sticky...”
Nobody reacts at first. Finally, a deadpan Becks bumps Dedos’ ribs, jolting him. He puts his untouched popcorn-filled astronaut helmet on the floor and motions at Caro to follow him. Both preteens walk away in silence until their bare footsteps on the grass get swamped by the cricket sounds.
“Wow…” says the copper-haired teen with an unopened Bud Light in his hand, his drunkenness long ago faded away “I don’t think I’ve heard something so fucked-up since Dedos story.”
The other boys murmur in agreement. Rebecca blinks.
“Why? What’s his story?”
Rebecca yawns and rubs her eyes as she walks following the faint LED strips on the floor connecting various landmarks of the half-flooded amusement park. She stops at an intersection, sees an outhouse in the distance lit under a single LED lightbulb, and walks towards it.
She looks inside the outhouse, doesn’t see anyone inside, and walks around it where she finds a couple of small open-air showers in the back that are little more than four-and-a-half-foot-tall wood dividers with PVC showerheads above. Inside one she can see the top of Carolina’s head under the running water.
“Oh! There you are!”
Caro squeaks in surprise as Becks approaches. The black girl removes her vintage camera, old MAGA cap, and starts unbuttoning her adult-sized lavender shirt.
“Wait! What are you doing?” says Caro when a near-naked Rebecca grabs the wooden door of her shower.
“Oh… I thought I could join you. It seems we can both fit inside.”
“Y-yeah... But there’s another space right there,” says the wet preteen pointing at the second shower.
Becks rolls her eyes and removes her underwear and binder which she drapes over Caro’s heap of clothes hanging from a nearby tree branch. The now naked girl steps inside the wooden square and reaches up to open the PVC valve that activates the showerhead.
“You’re no fun. And I wasn’t trying to have sex with you. We made a promise, remember?”
She tests the water’s temperature, figures it’s warm enough, and steps under the uneven spray. She sighs in relief and drops her shoulders.
“God… That feels so good,” she rubs water over her face and arms. She leans closer to the wooden divider separating her from Carolina and steps on her tiptoes “Hey, is there soap on your side?”
Caro immediately passes her a Gatorade bottle with a neon-pink goo inside. Becks thanks her, squeezes the liquid soap on her hand, and starts lathering herself.
She looks at the upper half of Caro’s head she can see above the divider and raises an eyebrow.
“Are you okay? You’re all jumpy.”
“Y-yeah, I’m okay. It’s just the… Period cramps.”
Rebecca hisses as she rubs her arms “Yeah, I figured. I’m sorry... Have you figured out who gave you menstruating pills?”
“Um… No, not yet.” She grunts and bends slightly, holding herself with both hands from the upper edge of the divider.
Becks hisses again, her hand cleaning between her legs “My mom says people spike menstruating pills in your food before they try and rape you. Perhaps someone was about to…” she suddenly realizes what she said and shakes her head “Oh! I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to!”
Caro rolls her eyes “It’s fine. I’m okay.”
“You sure? That was a pretty intense story.”
“Yeah. It…” the Asian girl squirms again, her fingers clenching the wood “It happened a while ago. Don’t worry.”
Rebecca nods, unconvinced. She turns in circles under the water stream to rinse off the rest of the soap suds and turns her shower head off. Meanwhile, Caro keeps shaking or letting out little gasps and groans as she stands under the running water of her showerhead.
“Um, I’m stepping out now. You sure you’re okay…?” says Becks.
“Yeah, yeah! I’m…” she fingers clench the wood again, impatient. Her breath agitated “I just want to stay like this for a bit longer.”
“Kay... Um… I’ll see you at the dormitory then. You remember where it is?”
Caro nods, her eyes closed as if trying to hold off a pain. Becks coos and puts her hands on hers holding the edge of the wood divider in solidarity.
“Wish I could do something…” she chuckles “You know, they say women back in the day had sex to alleviate their period cramps.”
Caro laughs “Too bad that’s not on the table,” her face suddenly clenches from another twinge.
“Aww…! Hey! How about a goodnight kiss? Could that help?”
Caro shrugs. Becks smiles and stands on her tiptoes with her lips puckered. The other naked tween hesitates but wets her lips and stands on her tiptoes with some difficulty.
Their lips touch with a quick peck. Becks rolls her eyes.
“Come on, we’re just kissing. This doesn’t break our promise.”
Caro hesitates but nods. They both stand on their tiptoes and try again. This time their lips stay together for longer. Their eyes closed and noses flaring as they turn their heads to the side and taste each other’s lips with slow, tentative slurps that grow in intensity.
“God…” says Rebecca after a while ending their kiss, her eyes closed as she savors the taste “Can’t wait for us to have sex…”
“Y-yeah… Me too,” says Carolina out of breath. Her shoulders shivering with small, twitching motions.
Becks giggles and shrugs. She steps out of her shower space dripping wet and puts the strap of her vintage camera over her neck before gathering her clothes into a ball she hugs in front of her petite body.
“Oh! I almost forgot!”
“Uh…?” says Caro under the running water trying not to sound too impatient.
“We kept talking after you left and I think I got a clue about this Samantha person!”
“Yeah?”
“Yup! They were talking about that boy Dedos and how he got here,” she looks around to make sure they’re alone and puts a finger over her lips “I think he was taken by Samantha too! Just like Miguel! But it’s a secret, no one is supposed to know about it, especially the adults! So be careful when you ask him about it.”
“Uh? Why?”
The preteen shrugs “I don’t know, they wouldn’t tell me. But it’s a clue, right!? We’ll find Miguel soon!”
Caro gulps “Y-yeah…!”
Rebecca giggles and waves Caro goodbye who smiles and waves back. The naked black girl jogs away dripping water droplets like a forest fairy frolicking between the vegetation until her petite figure vanishes in the dark.
Carolina keeps waving her hand as Becks goes away, her smile suddenly twists into a pained expression as she opens her eyes wide and starts to orgasm.
“Aaah! S-shiiiit!” she hisses with eyes and teeth clenched as she holds herself from the wood dividers, her body shaking as if plugged into an electric outlet. After some seconds of blinding pleasure, she lets out a final gasp and grabs the ginger boy’s head between her legs trying to make him stop “WAIT! Wait…! Give me a moment… I’ve been holding it for so long…”
Dedos smiles and moves his lips off her shaved pussy, one hand rubbing her clit with his thumb and his other hand stroking his small erection as he kneels underneath her. He stands up with some difficulty to turn the showerhead off, his penis bouncing as he moves.
Caro leans back on the wooden divider and puts her arms over her head to hold herself, her legs shaky and breathing ragged as she tries to recover from her orgasmic high.
The wet boy stands in front of her and leans in for a kiss which she accepts eagerly, all while he keeps stroking his hard cock. They make out for a delicious minute during which she notices a distinct ‘metallic’ taste in his mouth.
“Okay, your turn,” she says with a silly smile. Dedos nods and looks around to make sure nobody is around. He releases his penis and takes a step back, expecting her to return the favor.
But Caro smiles mischievously and holds him by the shoulders to turn him around.
“Um, what are you…?” he says.
“Shhh, I saw this when I was little and have always wanted to try it out.”
She hugs his warm, soft body from behind and reaches a hand around his waist to hold his boy cock. Dedos jumps from the touch but allows himself to relax as he finds himself standing with a nude girl hugging him from behind masturbating him.
“It feels… Nice like this,” he says.
“Mmmh,” says Caro nibbling his neck, her free hand moving around his wet tummy and chest, exploring him “Thank you for eating me out. It was my first time.”
“Y-yeah. Mine too. It’s… Different than a penis.”
“Sorry for the taste. It’s not usually like that.”
“Oh! It’s okay, I don’t know what it should taste like... And I was under running water anyway.”
Caro giggles and moves her free hand around his curly head. She purrs and strokes his penis faster, making his body tremble and bent a little, pressing his bubble butt against her crotch.
“W-wait! Slow down! You’ll make me cum,” he says grabbing her hand.
“So?” she says in a hoarse voice without slowing her hand’s movement.
“I-I need an empty container to catch my sperm!”
“I don’t care,” she whispers by his ear, her free hand pinching his boy nipples “Let it out wherever you want,” she kisses the pit of his neck “Whenever you want.”
“Uuuh…” he coos with his eyes closed. He lets go of her stroking hand and puts his arms crossed in front of him, hugging himself “Y-you sure…?”
“Mmmh…”
“It feels so niceee…” he opens his eyes wide, awed “I’m almost there…”
The Asian girl bites her lower lip and hugs him tighter, very much enjoying the way his warm, wet body twitches and writhes to her every touch, as well as the way he lets out small gasps and moans of uneven pitches like some kind of a cute pet.
Footsteps and leaves rustling. Both naked preteens freeze and find themselves staring at a naked Chef with a towel over his shoulder and a dotted pink shower cap over his hair.
“Right... Sorry to interrupt,” he says walking backwards the same way he came in “I’ll use another one.”
“Y-yeah, thanks Chef…!” says Dedos breathless.
“Glad to know you finally got the gays!” the sunburned teen yells once out of sight.
The ginger boy rolls his eyes “I’m not ga…! Eeeehhh!” he lets out a girly high-pitched squeak when Caro’s hand slides between his butt cheeks and rubs the rubbery ring of his anus with rapid finger motions, matching the speed of her other hand stroking his penis at full throttle.
Dedos grunts and starts to cum in her arms, the tip of his cock spitting a couple of white drops on the cracked concrete floor.
The eleven-year-old girl giggles as she releases his penis and cups his testicles that spasm and shrink in her hand as his climax crests and splashes in a quivering mess of puppy-like noises, flailing limbs, and clenching fingers and toes, concluding in a long, satisfied breath of relief.
“Seemed like a good one,” she says struggling to keep him on his feet as his warm body starts to behave like a heavy ragdoll. Dedos nods and holds himself from the wooden divider, his legs weak and face sleepy.
Caro giggles, turns him around, and kisses his closed lips until he starts to wake up and opens his mouth to meet her probing tongue. Both preteens make out lazily in each other’s arms, both too tired to do much else.
“So…” she says between sloppy kisses “You know Samantha?” he nods without breaking their kiss “Do you know where she is?”
Dedos shakes his head “No one knows where Sam is. She’s like a ghost.”
“Then how did you find her?”
“I didn’t, she’s the one who finds you.”
Caro breaks their kiss and stares at his striking green eyes, their faces inches away from each other.
“Are you afraid of her? Is that why you got to keep it a secret?” she grabs his left hand and kisses his two darker ring and pinkie fingers, mortified “Did she threaten you with taking more of your fingers if you talked?”
Dedos blinks and lets out a laugh “Oh! No, no, that was before Sam. It was my Master who…” he stops abruptly and looks away, his demeanor darkening “He was a… Um… When I…” he shrugs “His punishments got harsher as I got older and stopped being… You know… Cute,” he removes his hand away from her and holds it protectively “He cut the first phalange as a warning. Then each time I screwed up or didn’t do as he expected he would cut another. He said once I had no more fingers left he would…” he stops and closes his eyes as if trying to reign himself in. He shrugs again “When Sam took me I was afraid she would be worse than him, especially given who her mom is. But Sam’s bondage play was… Okay. She even gave me these as a gift for being a good boy,” he says wiggling his dark fingers “Although she couldn’t find my color.”
Caro stares stunned at Dedos. She hugs him tight.
“I’m sorry.”
His body tenses at first, refusing the hug. But after a minute or so he starts to relax.
His hardening penis finally bumps with her crotch, and he shifts in place, uncomfortable.
“I’m fine. It’s all over now.”
“Do you wanna come with us?” she says still hugging him.
“Uh?”
“In our boat. We have an empty seat.”
“Oh! Um…” he gently pushes her away and scratches his head “No, it’s fine. You need that seat for when you find Miguel. And I…”
Caro flaps her lips like a horse, annoyed “Everyone keeps talking about Miguel and me like we’re some kind of movie couple… But the truth is I barely knew him before he was taken... I don’t like how people assume I belong to him or something like that.”
“But… You do love him, don’t you? Why would you be doing all this if you didn’t?”
The naked girl shrugs slightly “I don’t know... I mean… He’s cute and all, and I do want to rescue him! I promised I would. But…” she lets out a tortured sigh “The more boys I’ve met through this adventure, the more I wonder if this… Tingly feeling I felt inside my stomach whenever we were together wasn’t love but just me being… horny, you know? I mean!” she snorts “I can’t possibly be falling in love with EVERY single person I wanna have sex with!” she raises an eyebrow, worried “Right…?”
The ginger boy shrugs, unsure how to respond. Caro shakes her head and moves closer to hold him by the shoulders.
“Come on, come with us…. Are you worried about having to climb the tower before you can leave? I can take your photo up there for you!”
He smiles “No, no. It’s not that. I’m not scared of the tower...” he wets his lips “I’m scared of what happens next.”
She blinks, confused “Um… I can support you once we’re back in the city. I have money now! We can…”
“No, it’s not that either. It’s… It’s hard to explain.”
“Try me! Whatever it is, I’ll understand.”
“No, you won’t,” he says a bit more forcefully, causing her smile to vanish.
He looks away, embarrassed. His green eyes darting back and forth between her face and the floor.
“You may dress like a boy or talk like one, but that’s not enough for you to get it. Not really...”
Caro’s eyebrows crumple, slightly insulted by his words. Dedos rubs his unevenly colored hand, not knowing how to explain himself.
“M-maybe later... Like in a couple of years when I’m no longer fertile. Then I can visit you.”
She tries to hold his hand, but he moves it away. She drops her shoulders, crushed.
“No one will hurt you anymore, I promise! I’ll keep you safe.”
He looks at her eyes and smiles sourly “But I don’t want to be kept safe.”
Carolina grows silent. She stares at the boy’s striking green eyes deep in thought.
She finally nods to herself, seemingly making up her mind about something, pecks his freckled cheek, and steps out of the open-air shower to get dressed.
“By the way, you didn’t answer my question,” she says as she steps inside her tight denim shorts and accommodates the rolled-up sock inside “Why can’t the adults know that Samantha took you?”
The nude boy still standing inside the shower space scratches his neck “Oh that… Because then Father Santiago will ask me about her, and I may not be able to hide what I saw.”
Caro is about to grab her baggy t-shirt hanging from a tree branch when she stops and looks at the boy with wide-opened eyes “Why? What did you see?”
Dedos looks around to make sure there’s no one around “Um, I saw her name on an old school notebook she left in her bedroom.”
“You mean Sam’s username!? That’s AMAZING! We can find her location if we look on the blockchain’s…!”
But before Caro can grow too excited Dedos shakes his head “No, no, I don’t mean Sam’s username. If I had seen it I would’ve told everyone.” He gulps. “I saw her mom’s username...”
Caro tilts her head, not following him “Uh… And who is her mother?”
He shakes his head “TRUST ME, you don’t want to know. If you so much as Google her you would be in trouble…” he shudders “It’s bad enough that I know her name. I don’t want anyone else to be in danger. Promise me you won’t tell Father Santiago or the big man driving your boat that I know who ‘she’ is.”
The bare-chested girl nods, disconcerted. She grabs her grey t-shirt and Dedos’ small red shorts from the tree branch and walks to hand them to the boy. Both preteens sharpy lit by the LED lightbulb of the outhouse.
“Thanks,” he says.
But Carolina doesn’t react, her fingers fiddling with the old fabric of the t-shirt full of names handwritten in Sharpie by a bunch of elementary-school children years ago now.
“What?” she says reacting to the boy’s question.
“Um, I asked if you want us to sleep together...”
“No! I mean, yes! I mean…!” she shakes her head “Do they share the same last name? Don’t tell me which one it is, just if Sam has the same surname as her mom.”
“Uh…” He shrugs. “Yeah, she’s her daughter alright. I don’t think she’s adopted,” he lowers his voice “In fact, I think they’re clones…”
Caro smiles and nods. She puts the oversized t-shirt on and hurries to leave.
“Hey! Where are you going?” says Dedos struggling to step inside his red shorts “Did you want us to have sex or not?”
“In a moment!” she yells in the distance “I gotta check something first! I have a hunch!”
Ramesh’s loud snores get suddenly interrupted when cold water splashes his face. He wakes up abruptly and falls off the driver’s seat of the purple racing boat lit by moonshine.
“Finally!” says Carolina holding an empty metal bucket “I’ve been trying to wake you up for the last ten minutes!”
The shirtless Ram coughs and shakes his head as he lays sideways on the deck. He grabs the back of the driver’s seat and struggles to stand up, his feet pushing empty beer cans as he moves.
“What the fuckkk kiddo…?” he mutters with a slurry voice “There are enough dicks at this paaark. Go bother someone else if you’re so hungry for oneee…”
Caro huffs and places the rusty bucket on the floor “Did you find Sam?”
“Who?”
The girl growls “Samantha! M-Miguel! The whole reason we came here!”
“Oh… Righttt,” he slumps back on the seat “Yeah, no. It’s a dead end.”
“So, you’ve just given up? Is that why you got shitfaced?” says Caro toppling one of the empty cans with her barefoot.
“No. I came here to drink a few beers because I just lost someone I cared abouuut,” he accommodates back on the driver’s seat in the same position he was before. He taps the built-in radio on the boat’s console “Then I figured out how to turn this thinggg on, heard the news, and THEN I got shitfaced,” he drops his head back, resigned “It’s over…”
The girl frowns, not understanding what he means. She shakes her head, looks around to make sure there’s no one around, and starts to take her t-shirt off.
Ram sees her undressing and sighs, frustrated “I told youuu. There are enough dicks in this…”
“I’m not trying to have sex with you mister! I think I got a clue about Sam! Look!”
The bare-chested preteen steps closer holding the old t-shirt in her hands, but the Indian man moves his body away, annoyed.
“Clues, clues… Just face it kiddo, your princeee is always in another castle. I thought you liked old-timey games. You should know betterrrr…”
“No, no! This is IT! Look!” she says producing a lighter from her pocket and using it to illuminate a section of the t-shirt underneath the left armpit. Her finger pointing at one of the many handwritten names and alphanumeric codes populating the old garment “HERE! See!? I have a hunch this may be the Sam we’re looking for! Her username is right underneath! D-don’t ask me how I know it, I just do!”
He snorts “That’s awfully convenient… What? You’ve been literally wearing the answer to all our troubles this whole time?”
Caro hesitates “M-maybe!? Mister, look, I know it’s a long stretch, but if you haven’t found any clues from your side then the least we could do is try investigating this Samantha Clay…”
Ram jolts as if poked by an electric shock before Caro can finish, startling her and making her take a step back.
He turns to looks at her with a mixture of confusion and fear “Who told you that name?” he says eerily sober.
“Um…! I…!”
He extends a hand “Let me see that.”
She does. Ram asks for the lighter too and uses the small flame to read the Sharpie scribbles written on the t-shirt, his narrowed eyes reading and rereading.
“I’ll be damned… Who gave you this t-shirt?”
“Uh? Ah… Some girl.”
“A girl in her mid-teens? Long black hair? Round face? Latin or mid-eastern features?”
Carolina blinks, a surreal feeling washing over her. She nods.
Ram smirks “The ones left will only grow closer…” he raises the t-shirt and uses the lighter to make the cheap fabric catch fire.
Caro jumps “Hey! What are you doing!?”
“Saving your life. You haven’t been wearing an answer. You were wearing a bomb.”
He stands up with some difficulty and throws the flaming garment on the empty bucket. The cheerful logo on the front with the tagline ‘2069 – A YEAR TO RECIPROCATE’ slowly getting eaten by the fire.
He sits straight on the driver’s seat and turns the engine on.
“Go fetch your horny friend. We’re leaving. I need to get back online as soon as possible.”
Caro doesn’t move, her hands covering her immature breasts while looking side to side as if trying to make sure she isn’t the victim of a bad joke.
“N-Now…!? But I was going to…!”
“It will take me about fifteen minutes to sober up enough that I can unmoor this thing. You have until then.” He shrugs “You can stay if you want, I have everything I need right here.” He taps his head. “It will be more difficult without you two helping me stay out of the spotlight, but I’ll figure something out. Just remember in case you choose to stay that if I don’t find Sam soon this place will likely get raided.”
“RAIDED!?”
He laughs “You don’t watch the news a lot, do you?” he frowns, thinking of something “Hey kiddo!”
Caro stops just as she was about to step out of the purple boat to run like hell towards the dormitories “Uh?”
“You did hear the news today, didn’t you? The whole thing about the King’s speech tomorrow night?”
The bare-chested girl shrugs “Y-yeah. So?”
“And…? Aren’t you saddened by what happened?”
She shrugs again “Not really… My mom says it’s all fake.” She points at the gibbous Moon above “I’ve seen many shows and movies and the whole thing of a ‘Royal Family’ living on a moon castle looks like a telenovela. But it makes people happy, so..."
Ramesh’s smile widens “Yeah, you’re right... Hurry up then.”
Carolina nods and jumps off. A few steps later she stops and turns to ask him something but dismisses the idea and continues running while covering her breasts across the makeshift bridge leading towards the amusement park.
Yet in her hurry, she doesn’t look ahead and stumbles with a figure kneeling behind a parapet at the end of the bridge who falls to the floor when the half-naked girl impacts him.
“Hey! What the hell?” the blonde teenager with a military radio says pointing at her breast buds.
“Um…! It’s called gynecomastia and it’s rude to point it out!” she babbles in a frenzy “Just because they killed the S’Jays doesn’t mean people should body shame!”
The blonde teen frowns, baffled. Caro shrugs, reincorporates with a jump, and bolts away.
To be continued…
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