Copyright (c) 1997 Gentle23. ALL Rights Reserved This story may not be reproduced in any form for profit without the written permission of the author. This story may be freely distributed with this notice attached. The author may be contacted through mrdouble@ix.netcom.com (Gentle23). DISCLAIMER Blah blah under 18 blah blah self-righteous blah blah fuck off blah blah (If you're under 18 and you read this, I really don't mind. Of course I have to SAY I mind, so I mind). ***** DISCLAIMER DISCLAIMER ***** This story is a little beyond the pale, I suppose. It contains consensual sex and DISCLIPLINE between adults and children. If it makes you feel better, this story takes place in an alternate universe, where little girls like having sex and being spanked/punished. (Of course, the girls in MY story like it). I don't relate well to the real world, so I created this one in my head. I'm probably (definitely) insane, but so far nobody has caught on. PROLOGUE - History A bit of history is in order here, or this story will make no sense. It's about a group (the narrator is the leader) of comic-book super-villains who live on an island in the south pacific (which the US gov't hasn't been able to find yet... somewhere off the coast of the Phillipines). The leader is a heavy control freak who is also pedo (but likes adult women, too). He usually "recruits" young-teenage girls who are into bisexual, bondage, etc. Since you're probably waiting for the sex part, I won't bore you with any of the other details. CHAPTER ONE - Watching I settled back to watch the camera I had put in place so carefully only a few hours ago. At first, for a long time, there was no action on the monitor, so I grabbed a magazine and looked through it, not really paying attention to what I was reading. Even so, I almost managed to miss it when something did start to happen. My two little angels walked into the room, directly opposite the corner the microscopic camera was hidden, so I could get a full view of their beautiful little bodies. They were gorgeous, just as I had been led to believe; and not dressed too concealingly. The older one, Stephanie, was 10; she was wearing tight cutoff jeans (and no shoes, of course), and a yellow halter top. Her little nipples, just starting to bud into little-girl breasts, were tight against the scratchy fabric of her top, and clearly defined her slightly curved chest. The little one, Candy, was only 7, and stood about a head shorter than her big sister. She was wearing pink cotton panties with a cute little elastic waistband and a cutoff T-shirt, much like her sister's. She was much more flatchested, though, and her nipples weren't as hard as Stephanie's; of course, there didn't seem to be any reason they couldn't be, under the right circumstances. Naturally, at this point, I realized I had forgotten to install audio. They walked over to the bed and sat down on it and started to talk; about what, I would never know. I didn't mind so much, though, because the pair were a breathtaking sight to behold. Candy was laid back in the bed, with her little legs spread a little bit, so I could just make out the cleft of her bare pussy against her panties. I wondered how she would react to having her tiny clitty rubbed. I was hoping to find out, soon. Stephanie was laying on her stomach, next to Candy. The bottoms of her cutoffs were well worn and made her behind look as round and perfect as it possibly could. Hmmmm.... what a wonderful spanking I could give to that bottom. She had her knees bent with her ankles crossed over each other, and was rocking her feet back and forth, as little girls tend to do when they lay on their stomachs; her hands were clasped together and she was resting on her elbows near the edge of the bed. Her head was turned away from the camera, toward her sister, and the pony tail she kept was bobbing back and forth slightly to emphasize her speech. Candy let one leg drop over the edge of the bed, and brought the other one up so that the bottom of her foot was right at the edge of her bed, next to her other knee. Her positioning gave me a beautiful view of her panty-covered pussy; and it gave her sister an even closer view of the same. Stephanie shifted her weight just a bit and gave Candy a kiss on the front of her panties, right above her clit. Candy's eyes closed as Stephanie bent her lips for a longer kiss, this one a little lower. I realized my cock was as hard as a rock at this point... I'd have to get some release somewhere - but I decided to wait. Candy dropped her little hand to stroke her sisters hair gently as Stephanie kissed her baby pussy. It didn't look like she was actually eating her out, but just kissing and loving it. Stephanie was starting to arouse herself, too - her hands slipped under her stomach and seemed to fumble with her zipper for a moment. When she relaxed, she had her bottom up in the air just enough to make it obvious that she was playing with herself as well. Candy's mouth dropped open and I cursed the lack of sound. Stephanie's kisses were more passionate, now with what looked like a bit more sucking, but still through the front of Candy's panties. Candy put her free hand in her mouth and sucked on two of her fingers; her other hand was petting her sister's head gently as her hips started to rock, seemingly on their own. Stephanie's hands came into sight, and just as I was starting to think I couldn't stand another second, she kissed her sister quickly on the leg next to the legband of her panties, and sat up to re-button her jeans. Candy looked at her pleadingly, and she said something I couldn't make out. Candy nodded, resignedly, and asked another question. It became obvious they were arguing about something, but I wasn't sure what (although I had a good guess). I switched off the monitor. Right now, my mouth was dry, I was starting to breath hard, and my cock was so hard I was ready to jack off myself just for some relief. But that would have been foolish; I was going to meet these two little angels soon - and three of their little friends. I wasn't sure I would make it. CHAPTER TWO - The meeting A little oriental girl answered the door. She looked up at me, wide-eyed, not quite beleiving what she was seeing, and I looked down at her, not quite beleiving a girl could be so beautiful. She was wearing a "baby-doll" nightgown that just fell past her waist; I got the distinct impression that if she lifted her arms over her head, I would be able to tell for sure whether or not she was wearing any panties. I resisted the urge to ask her to do so right away. I was dressed as I usually was; all black, with a pair of jeans and a sleeveless T-shirt. My hair, without having been cut for ten or so years, hung most of the way down my back - I had hunted far and wide before I finally found some lotions and shampoos I could use to make it more manageable. I wasn't armed as I usually was (to the teeth), but I had one gun visible and several knives and throwing stars tucked away where I could get to them quickly. When you're as "wanted" as I am, you learn never to go out without some form of defense. Of course, the gun was superfluous, but it was mostly there to ward off trouble; not that I expected any, unless this was some kind of trap. I was starting to doubt it, though. "What's your name, darling?" I asked the little girl who was staring at me in wonderment. "I'm... Asa," she replied, beaming at me. "Is Stephanie and Candy's mother home?" "Y-Yes!" she replied, coming to her senses. "She told me to come get you. She said if I took too long, I would get a spanking." The smile she gave me told me all I needed to know - she had already taken longer than she thought was necessary. "Well, lead on, then," I commanded, grinning at her. She grinned back and took my hand. Her eyes were about level with my sternum, and I had to smile at the thought of this little angel leading me through the small apartment. I stepped into the same bedroom I had installed the camera; I glanced up at it's hiding place briefly and was satisfied to see that it was completely invisible - I knew where it was, and I couldn't find it. I glanced around the room. Stephanie and Candy were both on the bed, dressed as they were before, but both were sitting, almost at attention. A curly-haired redhead dressed in a denim mini-skirt and bikini top was sitting in a chair in front of a desk next to the bed. The fifth little girl, a straight haired blond girl about the same age as Stephanie (as all of them but Candy looked to me), was wearing a ruffled miniskirt and a tank-top. I thought it was odd that little Asa was wearing a nightgown while the other four were dressed; but I wasn't asking any questions. They were a vision beyond what I had hoped for. And for a minimal price, it looked like I would be "purchasing" them tonight. None of them could beleive their eyes. I do have a tendency to turn some heads, since I've been on every "wanted" show on television at least ten times. (I have every episode on tape, too. They make great entertainment. Of course, I've never seen an actor who even came close to a convincing me). I had a tendency to be the harbinger of riots and mass destruction, and a bit of death, kidnapping (by the loose definition of the word as the FBI defines it), and pillaging on the side. Although this had the general effect of pissing off the law-abiding public, I didn't really give a damn for the law-abiding public. Usually when I dared show my face in a public place (which was as often as I possibly could make an excuse to), I was promptly "arrested", which was half the fun of showing my face at all. Unfortunately, this didn't leave much room for contact with the outside world. So it only seemed natural that these girls were a bit in awe of meeting a celebrity - who most people had never seen, even on TV. But, as I had learned, they had even deeper reasons for being surprised by the sight of me. In the center of the far wall, leaning against it, was their mother. At least, she was Stephanie and Candy's mother. She and I had met before, almost a week ago, and she had been as startled as everybody else was when she first saw me. But she was beautiful, and she had that strong-submissive-fun quality I look for in women, so I decided to take her with me. It had been about a week ago that I had been on the mainland to follow up a recent breakout we had effected from a penitentiary called a "catholic girl's school". We had recruited three new girls, and one guy who was just too much fun to leave behind. But one of the girls mentioned that she had a sister still living in the prison who might want to join; I went, found the girl, and determined that, although she really was cute, she was, on the inside, the butchest, most lesbian battle-axe I'd ever met. Giving up, I stopped by the local mall (downtown LA - something ALWAYS happens when I stop by THAT local mall). But before I got in, I saw this woman. She looked like she was in her late twenties (I found out later early thirties), but she was, like I said, really what I look for in women. She stopped and asked if I really was who she thought I was, and of course I answered yes, and I guess you could say we struck it off right there. I decided to take her for a drive with me, so we took off in the lamborghini. Once she got over her initial shock, she started talking. For a while it was mundane, but I let her go until she got to the good stuff, which I knew was coming. "So, what's involved in becoming a recruit?" "Hmmm... What do you know about my island?" "A lot. I think I know what's involved, but I just wanted to make sure. And, I think I qualify." I wondered about this, noticing her age, but I kept my peace. "Well, then you tell me. What do you think?" She winced, then recovered. Okay, I thought, you're on the spot, sweetheart. Let's see how you do. "Well, I know your dress code. No underwear - no panties, no bra - and no shoes. Right?" "That's part of it." "Okay, for a girl, you look for submissive, right?" "Yes, and I don't pick around about it either. We're very anti-feminist around there. That's not to say that you have to agree with everything I say or do, but I hate pushy." I tried not to say it too harshly, because I knew the culture shock between politically-correct America to my honest island was a bit much for some people. She seemed to take it in stride and nodded. "I am." She smiled sweetly, as if trying to demonstrate the level of her deference. Hmmm... could use a bit of work, but at least she didn't take an attitude with me. "I'm also... umm..." "Bi?" I finished for her. She blushed. "Yes. I like girls, too, but..." Ah-ha, I thought, here it comes. "But what?" "But mostly I like... mostly I like little girls." I almost drove into a tree. That was a first! Most of the news reports on me had me as a child abducting baby snatcher. Of course, I denied all this in public (well, sort of; I didn't have any real publicity here on the mainland), but I guessed it was no secret on the island that I did like little girls. I was surprised to hear it from a potential recruit, though. I wondered if it was true, or if she was just playing a hole card to get on the island. Either way, I was impressed, and a lot shocked. Both of which probably counted plus for her. I finally recovered. Well, no point in being political. "So do I. I like women, too, but I like little girls for... well, the things little girls can do." She breathed a sigh of relief. I could understand that - she had gambled, and it had paid off. Then she tried to drive me into another tree. "I have two daughters - they would really like to meet you." CHAPTER THREE - The Family So we had talked. I almost came home with her then, but she told me her daughters would need some time to get used to the idea of moving to DOA island. I agreed, and told her I would get in touch with her Saturday and see what the verdict was. Of course, I could wait, if she had made me (or so I told myself). Instead, I dropped a tracer on her, found her apartment, and installed the hidden camera. As she had promised, they were beautiful, and incredibly sexual for their ages. She explained that their father had run off when she was twenty-one, and Candy was two. She had gone to work, but she could never seem to make enough to keep up with the bills, raising two young daughters alone, without so much as a high school diploma. She began to daydream about my island, which, of course, she had heard about for a long time. Of course, that took a turn when mainland day happened there in LA - but in her case, a turn for the better. That was when she first saw me, she explained, and the rest of my group. To her, we were so strong, and so vital and powerful, that we represented not just A way of life, but THE way of life. After mainland day, while everybody else was cursing us, she started studying everything there was to study about us (not that there was much then); mostly everything she got, she got from Rob's book. She determined she would be ready for the next mainland day. She started tutoring five-year old Stephanie in the ways of the island; submissiveness, sexuality and love for man or woman. Next year, of course, we had another mainland day, but this one was in Chicago, Illinois. She was not discouraged, though, because she was convinced that someday she would meet me, and she would be ready for the island - and so would her girls. The girls lived, ate, slept and breathed DOA. I became a God to them. Their mother, Erica, wanted to save their virginity for me, but to prepare them as much as possible for the day they met me. They practiced giving blow-jobs to bananas; played with vibrators to increase sensitivity; and fucked each other - and Mommy. They slept together every night, and were welcomed, and encouraged, to explore each others bodies, and learn the art of giving pleasure. Erica also found it necessary to teach them submission - and to love it. She tormented them by tying their hands and then tickling their clits with feathers, vibrators, and her own hands. She gave them stern hand spankings on almost a daily basis; they learned to spank each other, and they loved it. After not too long, they were begging for their nightly spankings; and begging to be tied up and teased. One of their favorite games (sexually, that is), was one where Erica would tie their hands above their heads, facing each other. Since Candy was always about a head shorter, she couldn't quite suck her sister's nipples, but she tried as hard as she could. Erica stood behind with a paddle and spanked them until they begged - and when Erica determined they had had enough, she let them both down and tied their hands behind their backs, so they couldn't play with themselves. Sometimes she would put them to bed like that, restrained so that they couldn't releive each other, or maybe so that they were in sixty-nine - but dressed too coveringly to really get at each other's pussies. Of course, if she was incredibly aroused by the game, one of them would spend some time with her head between Erica's legs. When Stephanie was eight, her ears and nipples got pierced. She wore her new nipple rings and earrings with pride, and found great pleasure when Erica started taking out the nipple-rings and using clamps and clothespins on her baby nipples to sensitize her. After not too long, Stephanie's little nipples were in a state of constant erection, and the slightest contact would leave her shuddering. Erica loved to use this against her; tie her up and make her beg for orgasm; Candy even got turns as the tormentor, which she loved, since Stephanie got to spank Candy often. Since Stephanie was older, she was told she could use Candy for whatever purposes she wanted. By this time, of course, what she always wanted was sex, so Candy found herself tied in weird positions and forced to give head - and if she didn't do a good job... twenty swats. Candy loved it, though, and always found an excuse to get her swats before it was over. On the other hand, when she got to put the biting, stinging nipple clamps on Stephanie's prepubescent titties, she got the same thrill. She even got to sit on Stephanie's face sometimes, while Erica tormented her nipples. She would rub her pussy against the soft little tongue and watch Erica alternately clip and caress the little nipples, arousing Stephanie to a state of frenzied passion, but constantly deny her any release. Of course, when Erica couldn't take any more, she traded places with Candy and got her own orgasm. As she took them through their paces, it became apparent to Erica that she was getting as much of a thrill out of all of this as the little girls were. She hadn't had a man in a long time, but her daughters were such good pussy-lickers, she had a wonderful substitute. After awhile, although the theme of the DOA never faded, she realized that she wanted this for reasons other than DOA-worship. When Stephanie was nine, she started recruiting other girls. The three successes were Asa, Tiffany, and Deanna, who all came over for the same training as Stephanie and Candy, almost every weekend. They, too, were promised a place on DOA island if they were perfectly behaved recruits. And now it looked as though they were going to get their wish. Of course, I was to test their enthusiasm first. CHAPTER FOUR - The Test Asa was still holding my hand. I stepped in closer behind her and clasped my hands in front of her chest, with my wrists resting just below her chin. She nestled against me, the small of her back pressed against my cock, which was starting to rise to the occassion. Erica walked over to her and stroked her cheeks. "Well," she asked me, "what do you think?" "They're beautiful, just as you promised," I replied, and got a kick out of the little girls beaming at the compliment. "And well behaved," she smiled. "We'll see." I brought my hand up to cup Asa's right nipple. She looked up at me and smiled; I couldn't resist leaning over and kissing her. She tried to make it a french-kiss, but I pulled away and rubbed her chest with the palm of my hand. Suddenly, the other four were all around, crying "me, too", and I let go of Asa. "Well, girls. Your mother has told me that you all would like to come to my island. Would you?" "Yes! Yes, please!" they all responded immediately. "Do you know what's expected of the girls on my island?" They all nodded quickly, most of them smiling. "Well, normally I have to see you do all the things good little island girls do before I can bring you there. Would you like to show me?" Again, they all replied affirmatively. Suddenly, I was at a loss. What now? How to best approach this? I wanted to try everything with them, but for Christ's sake, there weren't enough hours in the day. Although my cock was already hard and ready for action, I realized I had to slip them into this slowly, whether they realized it or not. "I need to talk to Erica for a little while, so you girls can do whatever you would like for a while. We'll be back a little later." Everybody was surprised by that, including me. But what else? Line them up in the middle of the room and say "put on a show for me"? They would have, but for Christ's sake, what would they think of me then? Unquestioningly obedient harem-slaves sound like a lot of fun, but they manage to lose their charm (somehow) by not being free thinkers. When I had first started recruiting, I had picked up a lot of girls like this (there are more than you would think; probably more than are not), and they had been fun for awhile, but I started to realize something was missing. I finally realized it was respect. If you're just going to fuck a girl a few times and forget about her, the hell with whether or not she respects you. But if you have to see her every day, that lack of respect starts to rub off on you. Sex isn't any fun - they do it, but they seem to be "getting one over on you". So I modified my recruiting standards. I was looking for submissive, but I was looking for fun and headstrong at the same time. Those kind of girls are incredibly hard to find. They yield in bed, love to be tied up and spanked; but they thought of new things to try as often as I did. They were the kind I could talk to after sex (unfortunately, I was not capable of constant sex. I tried, really hard, but I have to take five minute breaks every once in a while), and they were usually doing something interesting when I found them not having sex. But, they were nymphos at heart, and were usually having sex with each other when I found them. Which was also fine with me. But this was something else entirely. These girls literally worshipped me. Just to walk in and start ordering them around, acting like a boor; they would not only lose respect for me, they'd hate my guts. It had to be spontaneous - they had to initiate it, or it couldn't happen at all. So I left them in the bedroom alone and walked out into the kitchen with Erica and made some coffee. CHAPTER FIVE - The Game "That wasn't what I expected you to do," she explained as we sipped coffee. We could hear some banging around from the bedroom, and I wondered spiritedly what was going on in there. I had some intriguing ideas. "If they're coming to the island, we'll have lots of time to play," I replied. "I didn't want to just do everything right away and spoil all the suspense. I figure you and I can sit down, relax, maybe watch a movie, and let them get used to the idea of me being here. Sooner or later they'll wander out; I'll start slipping into my role as a 'tester' then. That way it's more spontaneous, and they don't have to feel like they're under the spotlight." I smiled and sipped my coffee. "This is sort of an art form, you know. A good recruit wants to be recruited for more reasons than just one, and that's one of the things I have to find out about them." She looked horrified. "So they might not make it?" I tried not to laugh. Of course I would be taking them to the island, I thought. But the test still has to be there, and they have to pass. But I wouldn't still be here if it wasn't obvious they were going to. "Just let it happen. Sit down, see if there's anything on TV." We did, and she seemed to get more and more uncomfortable as minutes passed by. Finally, though, Candy came out into the living room. "Can I watch with you guys?" she asked. I smiled and told her of course she could, and she sat down next to me, not sure what to do. I put my arm around her, and she seemed immensely relieved as she snuggled up against my side. She was wearing the cotton elastic panties and the T-shirt that exposed her belly-button; she felt so good against me, my mouth went dry again. I started stroking her hair and she set her head in my lap. Before I knew what was going on, little hands were unzipping my fly and those same warm little hands were pulling my rock-hard cock free of my jeans. The little sweetheart wasted no time, with her head right there in my lap. Her tiny lips were immediately wrapped around my cockhead and she was sucking like she'd been preparing for this all her life. Which, I realized, she had. Erica noticed what was going on, and didn't know how to react. I guess deep down she had mixed feelings. On one hand, she was sure I was going to freak and make Candy stop - on the other hand, there had to be a bit of jealousy. I was lord now, and she was my humble servant. But, true to form, she just watched, awestruck that IT was really starting to happen. For my part, I was having trouble cataloguing Erica's reactions. The feeling of the little darling with my huge cock in her baby mouth was too much. I was stroking her back and bottom through the fabric of her panties; this encouraged her, and she started using her tongue and trying to swallow as much as her little mouth could handle. I was surprised that she fit almost half of it in her mouth without missing a stroke. Her right hand was wrapped around the base of my cock, and her left hand was rubbing her clitty furiously. Her sucking was getting more frantic, and I started to feel like I would shoot off a load down her throat. Which I didn't want to do at all. I wasn't sure if she wanted it or not, or even if she new what to expect from a cock - after all, mine was the first real one she had seen. Instead, I put my hand on her cheek and lifted her head from it, until it came out of her mouth with an audible pop. She looked up at me with an expectant smile on her face. I kissed that expectant little smile, and slid my cool hand up her T-shirt, to her hot nipple. As I expected, it was totally soft, but it responded to my touch. Not as much as I would have hoped; but I could feel it getting a bit harder and her breathing intensified. She removed her left hand from the front of her panties and grabbed my wrist with both hands, pressing it in further. I reached around with the other hand and slid it down the front of her panties. I couldn't beleive how soft her skin was. Honestly - I had forgotten that nothing on the planet was as soft as little-girl pussy. From their belly buttons, right down to their clitties, they have a warmness, and a smoothness, that just doesn't exist anywhere else. I spent a long time running my hand up and down this complete softness, and then slipped my index finger onto her clit. This got a reaction immediately. She pitched forward and buried her face in my neck, which she began kissing desperately. I stroked it twice and whispered in her ear, "would you like it inside you?" She stiffened. She was frightened, but she DID want it. She nodded apprehensively, knowing she was about to feel something she had never felt before. She slipped her panties down to her knees, and I helped her get them down to her ankles, and from there she kicked them off. She left the T-shirt on, and I pulled it up so her tiny, slightly stiffened nipples were showing, and set her down on my cock. It was as tight as I expected. She got about half an inch down when she bounced immediately up, as if she had sat on something hot. I smiled and kissed her nipples, and she slid her little baby pussy back onto my cock. This time she did it more slowly, and sucked in air sharply as she took about an inch of it into her. I realized Tiffany was also there, working her tongue away at my balls. I wondered how long she had been doing this. It could have been the whole time, for all I would have noticed. Candy bounced back up and slid back down, inhaling sharply again as she did so, determined to take it all into her. I grabbed her back and neck with both hands, stood up without moving her from the position she was in, and laid her down on the couch so I was on top. I knew that controlling the action was a constant struggle for the poor little darling, and I also knew I would go insane if I didn't take over a bit. Still, though, I knew it had to be done almost unbearably slowly, or it would hurt her too much to continue. I glanced to my right and noticed Tiffany sucking on Erica's now uncovered titties; good, I thought, that means Erica's getting into this too, and isn't jealous of me any longer. I slipped my cock further into Candy. She bit down on my chest and held her teeth there. It hurt, and just made me want to fuck her harder. Instead I slipped it out and then back in, and started working up a steady, but maddeningly slow, rythm, trying to fit more into her each time. Then I noticed Asa standing there, watching longingly. "Would you like to play too, sweetheart?" I asked her. Her eyes lit up and she ran over to me and started kissing my neck. I slipped my cock out of Candy and her whole body trembled with releif - some other time, I thought. I rose to my knees and slipped my hard, throbbing cock into Asa's open, willing little mouth. She was reaching up and I could see the tip of what looked like silky little-girl panties covering her pussy. She wrapped both hands around my cock and sucked as eagerly as I could have hoped for. "Use your hands to play with yourself, darling," I commanded. Without hesitation, she lifted up her short nightgown and slid both of her hands down the front of her pretty little panties, now using just her neck to blow me. I reached over to where Candy was laying, now watching, and started rubbing her uncovered baby pussy. She was even more sensitive this time, and started moaning for me, grabbing my wrist with both hands again so I wouldn't stop. Which I had no intention of doing. The other two were there, Stephanie and Deanna, just watching. I smiled at them, with one hand stroking Candy's pussy and the other hand stroking Asa's hair as she sucked at my cock. Forcing my voice even, I nodded to Stephanie, "I think little Candy would like her little pussy kissed. Would you like to do that for her?" Stephanie, unsure how to react, just walked around the couch to where Candy was laying, bare from the belly down, pressing her tiny pussy against my rough hand. Stephanie's nipples were exquisitely hard as they pressed against her shirt - I noticed the outline of the nipple rings, now, which I hadn't been able to see earlier. I pulled my hand away from Candy, and put it on the back of Stephanie's head, where she had her hair pulled back into a cute little ponytail. I guided it to the bouncing, throbbing, little-girl pussy on the couch. Asa was swallowing more than half of my cock and slowly releasing it on each thrust. She would dip her head forward, using just her neck (since her hands were both in her panties), and suck down as much of it as she could, and then slip her mouth back away. Her little tongue was working frantically, swirling around my cockhead when it could reach, pressing against the shaft otherwise. She was standing up on her knees and both hands were writhing around inside her silky little panties, stroking her clitty furiously. Her little mouth felt so warm and good against my big cock that it was all I could do to hold still and not try to rock my hips in time with her thrusts. I kept one hand on the back of her head, stroking her silky hair, taking care not to push her head further onto my cock than she could manage. The other hand was stroking Candy's little nipples after I pulled her shirt up to expose them. Stephanie was doing her part as well. She bent forward and french-kissed her baby sister's tiny pussy lovingly, falling onto her hands and knees on the couch. Her mouth was wrapped around the little clit and I could see her tongue working away at the little girl's sensitive spot. Candy was thrusting her hips passionately into her sister's face and pressing her small chest against my exploring hand. Her mouth was wide open and she was moaning with pleasure, but with a moan only a prepubescent girl could accomplish - I realized Asa was doing the same thing, the sounds escaping around my cock. Stephanie started to undo her cutoffs, but I reached down and caught her hand. "No, " I admonished, "you may play with yourself only if I give you permission. Do you understand?" Her face came away from Candy's pussy and she looked at me with moist, worshipping eyes. "Please?" she begged. "I'm so horny - please at least let me touch myself!" By way of answer, I set my hand on the back of her head and guided her lips back to her little sister's pussy. She let out a frustrated squeal and began wiggling her hips as a way of releiving her unquenched lust. I was sure it wasn't working, and I smiled. Yes, darling, you will learn what I expect from my submissives - I don't intend to let you have any release until you're ready for my cock. And by then, you'll be begging. Deanna was standing in front of me, with her hands clasped in front of her. She looked near tears from having been unnoticed this long. I took Asa's hands and slipped them from her panties, and when she looked up at me in surprise I slipped my cock from her wonderful little mouth. She gave me the same frustrated look Stephanie had, and I decided it was time for round two. CHAPTER SIX - The Spanking Erica was topless, and so was Tiffany, having slipped her little bikini top up to her armpits. Her little denim miniskirt was unzipped in the front, and her right hand was inside it, working at her pussy. Apparently these girls were all used to masturbating; good, I thought, I can use that to control them as well. By now, all of them, with the possible exception of Deanna, who hadn't been doing anything at all just yet, were worked up into a sexual frenzy. Now was the time to make them work for release, and find out how they reacted. This was the most fun part of the "test". I walked behind Erica, knelt down, and started rubbing her uncovered breast. It was a sensual shock to cup a full breast instead of a little girl's flat chest - I knew it would be impossible to survive without real women. But little girls were so wonderful in their own way... "I beleive you promised Asa a spanking," I reminded her. Her eyes lit up. This, apparently, was the sort of behavior she had been waiting for. She smiled at Asa, who smiled back, although she was trembling with anticipation. She guessed, correctly, that her "correction" would be more severe, so as to impress me. She also seemed determined not to let me down. I reached down and pinched one of Tiffany's bare nipples, hard enough to make her wince, as Erica got up and walked into the bedroom. "Do you like to see your sisters get spanked?" I asked her. "Oh, yes!" she replied, "may I watch?" "Only if you pinch both of your own nipples, this hard" - I demonstrated * "until her punishment is over. Can you do that?" She nodded docilely, and put her hands in place. Her fingernails hesitated over her sensitive little nipples, and I stroked her curly auburn hair as encouragment. She clamped her own fingers down on her little titties, and a little sigh of shock escaped her. She started to let go immediately, of course, so I grabbed a handful of her hair, and held it long enough to give her a good reminder. She looked up at me with absolute worship in her eyes, and squeezed even tighter, leaving marks on either side of the nipples. Her chest was little-girl flat, with two bumps for nipples on her tiny body. She squeezed her eyes shut and clenched her teeth and I let go of her hair. "Good girl," I praised. "Very good." She started to recover, and opened her eyes just as Erica returned to the room. Her mouth was still open, and her body was rocking back and forth to lessen the stinging pain of her own tiny hands tormenting her titties. I stroked the back of her neck and took up position behind her, glancing down from time to time to ensure that she was still punishing herself. I could see that she was already starting to enjoy it. Erica was carrying a wicked-looking braided leather whip. Asa seemed familiar with it, and turned around and lifted her nightgown to her bellybutton when Erica approached. I had a good side view of her, so I could watch her face and watch the whip land on her round, perfectly shaped little behind. Deanna was on her knees with her hands clasped in her lap - perfectly submissive, waiting docilely to be commanded. Hmmm... I would have to examine her further. Still, it might be nice to have one in this bunch, and it would be a shame to break the five of them up - it was obvious they all loved each other like real sisters, more so because they shared sexual experiences so often. Stephanie was laying on her back with Candy on top of her. Her left hand was resting loosely on her jean-covered pussy, and I reached over and slapped her leg, hard. She looked up in surprise and I reminded her, "Hands to your sides, until you're given permission." She looked at me with frustrated longing, her wet little eyes mirroring worship and lust as she wrapped her hands around Candy, who was completely unclothed. Erica looked over and smiled at me - apparently that was one of her favorite tricks, too. "Asa," she asked the trembling little girl, holding her nightgown up with her hands pressed against her belly, "I told you not to take too long when the doorbell rang. Did you follow my orders?" Asa fearfully shook her head no. "You know that little girls need constant correction, don't you?" She nodded her head affirmatively. "Do you need to be corrected?" She hesitated, and then nodded again. "Very well," she explained, then looked up at me. "What sort of punishment would you recommend?" she asked, smiling widely. "Give her ten swats on her pantied bottom with your whip - then let the other four give her three each on her bare bottom." Asa stiffened, and accidentally let her nightgown drop. She scrambled to lift it back up, and I said immediately "make it four each. Twenty-six strokes tonight. Then we'll see how well-behaved she is." I glanced down at Tifanny, who was rocking back and forth in frustration by now. I knew that little starbursts of pain were hitting her, but like a good little slave, she followed my orders. She looked most intrigued by the thought of giving little Asa four swats. Ah-ha, I thought, something else to bear in mind. Deanna is my little submissive, and Tiffany is my little dominant. I'll definitely enjoy having you girls on my island. CHAPTER SEVEN - The Punishment Erica began the punishment slowly. The first stroke caught Asa completely off-guard, and she squealed immediately, bunching her hands together in her nightgown. I winced, then remembered that Erica had told me the apartment had been soundproofed a long time ago. The second stroke brought a sigh of pain from the little angel, as did the third and the fourth. She began to moan softly between strokes and her eyes were shut tight. Not having been told not to, Candy was stroking herself again, and Stephanie pulled her hand away. I smiled - misery loved company, and it was obvious that poor little Stephanie was miserably excited. You'll get some before the night is over, I told her silently. Erica was beginning to get worked up. It would have been obvious watching her, had she not told me already, that this was her real source of sexual release - the punishment and correction of pre-teen baby girls. Of course, it was getting me a bit worked up also. I stroked little Tiffany's head as she endured her own torment near silently, although a soft moan had started to build up in her throat. I slipped my finger between her lips and let her concentrate on sucking it like a good little girl. Erica gave Asa her last three strokes rapidly, and Asa squealed each time. Her golden little bottom was getting red from the punishment, and she had sixteen more to go. I nodded towards Deanna and Erica handed her the whip. Before she stepped away, she slipped Asa's little-girl silky panties down to her ankles, and Asa stepped out of them. Deanna seemed unsure as to what to do with the whip. She held it as far away as she could and swatted little Asa once impotently. All the same, Asa gave a little yelp, more from surprise than anything else. Deanna pulled the whip back further the next time, to get a bit better motion into her swing, and made a soft slap sound against Asa's tormented behind. She started to get into it, and Erica had to stop her before she landed the fifth swat. She murmured an apology and handed the whip back to Erica. I took Candy's hand and she rose from the couch off of her big sister. Her shirt had been stripped from her at some point and her body was completely nude, one of the most beautiful things I had seen in a long time. I put my hand on her bare back and guided her towards Asa, who was sobbing by now. Twelve to go, I thought. Candy accepted the whip less hesitantly than Deanna, but it seemed as though she was equally unfamiliar with it. She gave Asa's bottom a baby slap with the whip, the braids falling away as soon as it hit. She looked up at me with surprise and expectation, and I nodded back to her seriously. She pulled her arm back and slashed the whip through the air as hard as she could, eliciting a yelp from poor little Asa. This seemed to be the hardest stroke she had endured all night. The naked baby tormenting the little angel with an adult-sized whip was an incredible sight - and Erica loved it, too. Candy's third stroke was equally forceful, and Asa gave an elongated yelp that bordered on a scream. I wondered if she could take the whole punisment I had sentenced her to. Candy threw the fourth one with everything she had, her little body gleaming as she did so. Asa's reddened bottom-cheeks jiggled as she accepted the last stroke with a moan. I wondered if Candy knew exactly how much pain she was inflicting - she didn't seem to be moved by Asa's obvious torment. She was, however, keeping count, because she handed the whip to me when she was finished. With the whip in my left hand, I reached down with my right to envelop Tiffany's wrist and let her relax her pinch on her nipples. Her whole body sighed with relief and she stood up with love and gratitude in her eyes - then she accepted the whip. I had been looking forward to this; I had already marked Tiffany as my little dominant, and I wanted to see how well she handled the punishing end of this game. She seemed to handle it well, lashing out four even, hard strokes expertly. Each one drew a little squeal from Asa, who was sobbing and moaning now. Her left hand slipped down to massage her tormented bottom, and Erica grabbed her wrist and moved her hand back to her nightie. Tiffany looked even more excited when she realized how Asa was reacting to her punishment; she looked up at me with her sensuous little-girl eyes and asked to be allowed to punish Asa further. "No," I replied, "she only has four to go, and Stephanie hasn't had a turn yet." I turned to her, and she looked up at me with longing. "Would you like to take your turn now?" She nodded quickly and accepted the whip from Tiffany. Asa was begging to be let go, and when she realized Stephanie was next, she started promising anything to Stephanie if she would just be gentle with her. I saw a gleam in Stephanie's eyes that told me all I needed to know - like I said, misery loves company. Asa screamed with the first lash. I hadn't thought little Stephanie had the power in her arms to deliver such a blow, but the sound of the whip cracking across Asa's behind echoed through the small apartment, almost as loud as the scream. Stephanie drew out the next lash, listening to Asa sniffle and beg before she struck again. Her pent-up lust was channeled through the whip and Asa screamed again, and burst into tears. I glanced over at Candy, and saw that Tiffany had comandeered her services; Candy had her face buried between Tifanny's legs, her little denim skirt pushed up to her waist. She was watching the proceedings with obvious delight, and both hands were gripping little Candy's hair, ensuring that she did a good job. The third lash Stephanie gave to her sister seemed to catch them both by surprise, and Asa almost stifled her scream. This time, both her hands slipped around to cover her tormented bottom, but Erica was standing nearby and pulled both her hands away and held them by the wrists in front of her. Asa's nightgown had slipped down and was covering her, so Stephanie had to lift it up to deliver number four. Asa was in mid-sob when it landed, and screamed again, pleading for it to be over, which she didn't seem to realize it was. CHAPTER 8 - The Unification I walked over and put my arms around Asa, holding her to me. Her eyes were still wet from crying, but she was termbling with anticipation rather than in fear or shame. I kissed her again, for the second time that night, and this time her response was fiercer. I let her slip her talented little tongue inside my mouth, and slipped my hands down to her warm, tomented behind and stroked it softly. Erica was behind her, stroking the back of her head as she kissed me harder and deeper. I was starting to wonder if she was ever going to let me stop when she pulled away and buried her beautiful face in my neck. I slipped my hands up to the hem of her nightgown and slipped it up over her head, pausing to let Erica move her hands. Her prepubescent body was one of the most breathtaking I had ever seen. Her chest had that flat/chesty look that little girls get when their breasts just start to grow in. Her skin was golden and lovely everywhere, and there was no trace of hair on her pussy; it seemed as if she might never have any. Her slim hips rounded just enough to make her look like a tiny woman, which made her even more attractive. Her curves contrasted with Candy's undeveloped body, but they were both heart- stoppers. I sucked one of her tiny titties into my mouth, kneeling down on one knee to reach my mouth down to it. She breathed in sharply, reacting immediately. She seemed to have completely forgotten her spanking now, even as her mother stroked her soft little bottom. Stephanie was standing nearby, so I pulled her close. She seemed to react to being so close to Asa's nude little body, and started kissing Asa with as much intensity as Asa had been kissing me a few minutes ago. I reached over and unsnapped and unzipped Stephanie's cutoffs and her whole body sagged with relief. I pushed her gently over to the couch, and Asa followed, wanting to "make out" with her some more. I layed the gorgeous ten-year-old back on the couch and laid on top her after shedding the last of my superfluous clothing (I thought, briefly, about the gun and made sure it was close by so I could get to it in a hurry). I slipped my hand down to her crotch, assuming that I would have to play with her a bit before she was ready, but she was already soaked; apparently she had been thinking about this for a long time, now. I slipped into her, and for a moment I forgot how to breathe. It was that wonderful. As wet and slippery as she was, she was also incredibly tight. Her entire body seemed dedicated to holding me inside, and I had only slipped a bit of my cock inside her. She tightened her arms around me and pressed her stomach and tits against my front as hard as she could. Her face was buried in my neck and I could feel her soft breath quicken against my skin as I slid a bit further into her. Asa was there, too, stroking my hair and back, wanting to help as much as she could. Erica was on her knees, stroking her pussy as she watched me take her eldest daughter's virginity. Although I had already popped Candy's cherry earlier that night, there was something more sensual about the union I had made with Stephanie. Her hands were clenching and unclenching furiously as I slid three-fourths of my cock, an impossibly huge amount for such a small girl, into her. Candy was still licking Tiffany's pussy and doing a good job, judging from Tiffany's moans of encouragement. Deanna, who had been sitting on the couch after she had finished spanking Asa, was playing with herself and watching me fuck her sister intently. For my part, I was done paying attention to everybody else, and focused myself on Stephanie. Her shirt was still on, so I pulled it off, disconnecting from her for a second, but leaving my cock inside her. After I hugged her to me again, I started thrusting in and out, faster than I should have but slower than my body wanted to. Her little cries seemed to come from the back of her throat, and built in intensity with each stroke I gave her. I felt Asa climb onto my back and reach her little arms around both of us and this just made me thrust harder and faster. I began to wish I could hold it in, but too soon, I felt my orgasm approaching and I exploded inside the little angel. I held her close to me and didn't pull away for several seconds, after kissing her for a long time. CHAPTER 9 - The judgment Tiffany and Candy were finished with each other, too, but I had no idea how long ago that had been. I realized I had been fucking Stephanie for a very long time, and Erica seemed impressed, although the little girls had no idea how long a man SHOULD be able to last. And, I have to admit, I was a bit impressed with my own performance. I looked up at the beautiful, expectant little eyes surrounding me and said "So, when would you ladies like to move to my island?" --